<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431</id><updated>2012-02-11T20:29:06.082-08:00</updated><category term='Palm Springs at the Westin'/><category term='Sanchez'/><category term='Papa'/><category term='Castanedas'/><category term='Be Inspired With The Smallest Things'/><category term='Davis with my 24-70mm lens.'/><category term='Tired'/><category term='God is Good'/><category term='Window of Love'/><category term='One STEP at a time...'/><category term='Changing to Grow'/><category term='San Diego'/><category term='&quot;B&quot; Inspired Again...Viansa Winery'/><category term='&quot;Faithful&quot; Interpreted (Brooke F.)'/><category term='Unwasted'/><category term='Santa Barbara'/><category term='Blowing Bubbles'/><category term='Photography by Fran Omila'/><category term='Set Me Free'/><category term='Sand and Sky'/><category term='Unlimited Minutes'/><category term='Boston 2008'/><category term='Redwood Christian Park Snapshots'/><category term='&quot;B&quot; Inspired.'/><category term='Room for more love.'/><category term='Pen and Paper'/><category term='Take Care'/><category term='Laughing flowers'/><category term='Go find a heart rock.'/><category term='Thankful for You.'/><category term='Paul Bowles'/><category term='A Solitude Indulgence'/><category term='Hillsong United'/><category term='I will follow...'/><category term='Just a little note...'/><category term='North Carolina'/><category term='Thinking of You'/><category term='Davis...Inspiried'/><category term='&quot;B&quot; less so I can be a BLESSING.'/><category term='Lake Tahoe'/><category term='Kay Searching For Answers'/><category term='Lan&apos;s Cafe'/><category term='No rain can stop me'/><category term='Sharks Cove'/><category term='Another Starbucks Story...'/><category term='Zephyr Point'/><category term='Ttys...empty to B filled again.'/><category term='Morning Walks'/><category term='Summer Camp 2010'/><category term='20 Beautiful Years of Life...and Counting'/><category term='rain'/><category term='&quot;B&quot; 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for Bench...I&apos;m praying for you.'/><category term='Dr. Lem Usita'/><category term='Merry Christmas'/><category term='Good-bye and Good Night'/><category term='Seeing the beauty in  just &quot;Being&quot;.'/><category term='Be One'/><category term='Standing on my Tiptoes.'/><category term='&quot;B&quot; Blessed Always.'/><category term='Our Bench...(Botanical Garden)'/><category term='Benicia Pier'/><category term='Transparency'/><category term='Trust In the Lord with all your Heart.'/><category term='Fixing my Heart'/><category term='Unconditional Sacrifice'/><category term='A Friday that seemed Forever...'/><category term='Luther Vandross'/><category term='Alicia Keys'/><category term='I love you.'/><category term='Surprise Me'/><category term='From the &quot;Shh...I&apos;m In The Library&quot; Series Notecards'/><category term='Happens Every Day...'/><category term='Big Daddy Weave'/><category term='The Napa Tree'/><category term='Are You There....=('/><category term='You Make Me Smile'/><category term='&quot;B&quot; 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Inspired.'/><category term='Aloha Girl'/><category term='Guarantee'/><category term='Heart Rock'/><category term='Merry Christmas to You'/><category term='Nostalgic Times'/><category term='united'/><category term='BEING ONE'/><category term='I&apos;m the glum one.'/><category term='Give us clean hands...'/><category term='Return'/><category term='B-twin the lines'/><category term='Lasting Beauty'/><category term='Heart Leaf Clovers (Botanical Garden)'/><category term='My Upmost for His Highest'/><category term='I love starfishes.'/><category term='Burke&apos;s Canoe Trip'/><category term='Winter Camp Reflections'/><category term='Elyssa&apos;s Beach'/><category term='Ate Del&apos;s Puzzle'/><category term='A Child&apos;s Love'/><category term='The Palarcas'/><category term='Canvas Sky'/><category term='Heart-shaped Eyes'/><category term='Blinded Eyes'/><category term='Worship'/><category term='Watermark'/><category term='Interwoven For Eternity'/><category term='Just needing some quality time...'/><category term='Mirror'/><category term='My JADA-Muffin'/><category term='clouds make amazing sunsets'/><category term='In Obedience to Your Will (Drakes)'/><category term='Isaiah 41 and 43'/><category term='Mare Island&apos;s Sunset'/><category term='Small things'/><category term='Forever Friends'/><category term='Marin Headlands - A Perfect Day'/><category term='Root Beer Floats and Sunsets'/><category term='It is Finished'/><category term='Take time to smell the roses.'/><category term='When Words Fail...'/><category term='Lanikai'/><category term='Rest'/><category term='Let your love take me deeper.'/><category term='Priceless Gifts'/><category term='Oahu.'/><category term='Compliments to Chefs Ron and Irene'/><category term='My Elyssa'/><category term='Friendship Camp'/><category term='God is not finished with me yet.'/><category term='Happy Easter...He is Risen'/><category term='Today&apos;s Cup of Comfort'/><category term='No Mistake'/><category term='Dalaga Na.'/><category term='butterfly'/><category term='His Shells'/><category term='Wish I Could Do More'/><category term='Beauty'/><category term='&quot;Bridge the Gap&quot;'/><category term='&quot;B&quot; a Blessing'/><category term='Kaneohe'/><category term='Mr. Leonard'/><category term='A Dream...'/><category term='Wilted'/><category term='Life begins again...'/><category term='Remember...I see you.'/><category term='First Love'/><category term='Hawaii 2011'/><category term='It&apos;s Good to BE Back...I Missed You.'/><category term='Antica Napa Valley'/><category term='Kitty Hawk'/><category term='Glass Ring'/><category term='Search and Rescue'/><category term='simplicity'/><category term='A New Day...A New Perspective'/><category term='Sonoma Rose Garden'/><category term='Precious Moments Captured.'/><category term='Ronnie'/><category term='Pebbles...'/><category term='Walk In The Word'/><category term='Lews'/><category term='My girl... BROOKE'/><category term='I choose to LOVE.'/><category term='Outer Banks'/><category term='He Took The Nails For Me'/><category term='Hawaii Bound'/><category term='Unlimited Love'/><category term='Hello Little Friend.'/><category term='Tiny but Tremendous'/><category term='Lady Bug'/><category term='I&apos;ll B watching You.'/><category term='my footprint on drake'/><category term='KOKO-NUT'/><category term='He is coming back for me.'/><category term='Our Neighborhood'/><category term='My Evening Walk'/><category term='Love Always...'/><category term='Trinity 3 in 1'/><category term='Drake&apos;s Beach'/><category term='&quot;B&quot; encouraged.'/><category term='(Drake&apos;s Heart)'/><category term='Sun Kisses'/><category term='Sigh'/><category term='continue...'/><category term='Chapter 6 - When You&apos;re In Love (pages 110-111)'/><category term='I love you all the way up to the moon and back.'/><category term='Miss Zoe Wong'/><category term='Morning Drake'/><category term='News Flash'/><category term='Velascos'/><category term='by wolfgirl'/><category term='blessed'/><category term='Happy Thanksgiving'/><category term='Misty'/><category term='Your Boston'/><category term='Unconditional Love'/><category term='Barnes and Noble - Bay Street'/><category term='Inspired by the blue door'/><category term='Good Morning'/><category term='Gummy for my Tummy'/><category term='The Dew'/><category term='SIT N WATCH'/><category term='Lani in Solitude'/><category term='My Christmas Decorations Reflect Me.'/><category term='Butterfly Wings'/><category term='Kahuku Fruit Stand'/><category term='Matthews'/><category term='Auntie Del&apos;s Town'/><category term='Happy St. Patrick&apos;s Day'/><category term='Benicia Farmers Market'/><category term='&quot;7am Alarm Inspired&quot; ...Mmm.'/><category term='I Miss You'/><category term='Heart Cloud'/><category term='Niko Inspired'/><category term='I need your love today.'/><category term='Cross'/><category term='Starfield'/><category term='Summer Sunsets'/><title type='text'>STILL IMPRESSIONS</title><subtitle type='html'>"...Where the little things matter."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>339</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-4808432899532158764</id><published>2012-01-25T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T13:24:06.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Uncertain Path</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9nU3ouacNGU/TyBSFr3Zn6I/AAAAAAAAEpU/JOeK0eYrcn8/s1600/bridge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9nU3ouacNGU/TyBSFr3Zn6I/AAAAAAAAEpU/JOeK0eYrcn8/s640/bridge.jpg" width="446" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always find myself wandering around nature with my camera whenever the opportunity is handed to me. I never know where I may end up or what I will see. But God never fails to teach me through what He allows me to capture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About this photograph: &amp;nbsp;Wandering through the redwoods at camp, I came across this creek that laid still underneath a wooden bridge. I could have taken the obvious and safe path which was to cross the bridge to get over to the other side. But I didn't. I took the path that was unsure. I knew deep down inside that I needed to see and learn from the uncertainty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this brings me to "today". I have a decision to make and it's not an easy one. There is that "bridge" that would be "the obvious and clear as daylight" choice that I can take. The choice that anyone will take because it is the right one. But...according to who? If I cross the bridge, it will be for my benefit. Or will it? I still struggle with the uncertainty that awaits me on the other side. It may not be what God intends for me although it may seem the safest way. I may end up with everything I have been waiting for...or I may end up with nothing. I am stuck at my tracks. I am a hiker that has come to a fork on the trails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is that path that seems difficult, unstable, rocky, slippery, and uncertain. Why is my heart attentive to this path? It calls my name. I try drowning out Voice. I try resisting the Pull. I know it will be a path that will accompany pain and loss. It is the path that most won't take. It is the trail that may lead me by the side of the cliffs where all I can hang on to is the strong hand of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then God gently reminds me in His word, "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;What is more, I consider everything a loss because of the surpassing worth of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord, for whose sake I have lost all things. I consider them garbage, that I may&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;gain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Christ." (Phil. 3:8).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;That I may GAIN Christ?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Freedom in losing everything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;What am I waiting for?...Good question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-4808432899532158764?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/4808432899532158764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=4808432899532158764' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/4808432899532158764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/4808432899532158764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2012/01/uncertain-path.html' title='The Uncertain Path'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9nU3ouacNGU/TyBSFr3Zn6I/AAAAAAAAEpU/JOeK0eYrcn8/s72-c/bridge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-4022192530954740487</id><published>2012-01-20T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T10:16:48.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o9AivGaz8wE/TxmtlkJWtkI/AAAAAAAAEo0/XN_QfVz8xgs/s1600/IMG_9494.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o9AivGaz8wE/TxmtlkJWtkI/AAAAAAAAEo0/XN_QfVz8xgs/s640/IMG_9494.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;I couldn't sleep last night. Woke up early this morning. But there's this deep sense of stillness and peace as I look outside my huge windows. I've never noticed before how beautiful the bare winter branches were against the misty clouds in the background. It shows their vulnerability. A winter morning is a quiet time to listen to God and gain strength. I so need some. Coffee, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-4022192530954740487?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/4022192530954740487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=4022192530954740487' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/4022192530954740487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/4022192530954740487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-couldnt-sleep-last-night.html' title='Winter Morning'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o9AivGaz8wE/TxmtlkJWtkI/AAAAAAAAEo0/XN_QfVz8xgs/s72-c/IMG_9494.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-6827525181477003692</id><published>2012-01-19T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T10:16:20.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>COMMUNITY</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Raw-rOJV7Bw/TxhOg9SOZLI/AAAAAAAAEos/quKu2xdHDu8/s1600/community1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="432" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Raw-rOJV7Bw/TxhOg9SOZLI/AAAAAAAAEos/quKu2xdHDu8/s640/community1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT IS COMMUNITY WITHIN A BODY OF CHRIST?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28255" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;9&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Love must be sincere. Hate what is evil; cling to what is good.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28256" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;10&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Be devoted to one another in love. Honor one another above yourselves.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28257" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;11&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Never be lacking in zeal, but keep your spiritual fervor, serving the Lord.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28258" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;12&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28259" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;13&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Share with the Lord’s people who are in need. Practice hospitality.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28260" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bless those who persecute you; bless and do not curse.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28261" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Rejoice with those who rejoice; mourn with those who mourn.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28262" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Live in harmony with one another. Do not be proud, but be willing to associate with people of low position.&amp;nbsp;Do not be conceited.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28263" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Do not repay anyone evil for evil. Be careful to do what is right in the eyes of everyone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28264" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;If it is possible, as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28265" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Do not take revenge, my dear friends, but leave room for God’s wrath, for it is written: “It is mine to avenge; I will repay"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; line-height: 5px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;says the Lord.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28266" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;On the contrary:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;“If your enemy is hungry, feed him;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;if he is thirsty, give him something to drink.&lt;br /&gt;In doing this, you will heap burning coals on his head.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28267" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Romans 12:9-21&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-6827525181477003692?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/6827525181477003692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=6827525181477003692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/6827525181477003692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/6827525181477003692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2012/01/community.html' title='COMMUNITY'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Raw-rOJV7Bw/TxhOg9SOZLI/AAAAAAAAEos/quKu2xdHDu8/s72-c/community1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-7232206340446523258</id><published>2011-12-05T11:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T11:32:57.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Watch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QOfFEMXI0xs/Tt0W60LInCI/AAAAAAAAEnc/YjLDwmH_Pp4/s1600/IMG_8892.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QOfFEMXI0xs/Tt0W60LInCI/AAAAAAAAEnc/YjLDwmH_Pp4/s640/IMG_8892.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;YOU ARE MY HOPE, O LORD GOD.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Psalm 71:5&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Times of trial and struggle often seem like long, dark nights. But doing the right thing - even the hard thing - gives us hope. How do we maintain those long night watches when there seems to be little change in our circumstances?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Take one step at a time.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Don't attempt to tackle the whole task at once. "A man's steps are directed by the Lord." (Proverbs 20:24).&lt;br /&gt;2. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Keep your struggles in perspective&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Separate the mountains from the molehills. "What then shall we say to these things? If God be for us,who can be against us?" (Romans 8:31).&lt;br /&gt;3. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cultivate the discipline of delayed gratification.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; "But let patience have her perfect and entire, wanting nothing." (James 1:4)&lt;br /&gt;4. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Learn to recognize the invisible God in the world around you.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; "By faith he [Abraham] left Egypt, not fearing the king's anger; for he persevered because he saw him who is invisible." (Hebrews 11:27).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Placing your hope in the Lord helps you to do all these things. He will lead you, He will remove your mountains, He will strengthened you, He will help you to be patient, and He will open your eyes to His works all around you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;YOU ARE MY HOPE, O LORD GOD.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Psalm 71:5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SUNSET WITH GOD.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-7232206340446523258?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/7232206340446523258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=7232206340446523258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/7232206340446523258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/7232206340446523258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/12/night-watch.html' title='Night Watch'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QOfFEMXI0xs/Tt0W60LInCI/AAAAAAAAEnc/YjLDwmH_Pp4/s72-c/IMG_8892.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-236694202706446835</id><published>2011-12-01T14:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T14:58:30.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Mom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jU49CT5vSBU/TtgGIKtDjvI/AAAAAAAAEnU/9O5jL2M-6sg/s1600/mombday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="496" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jU49CT5vSBU/TtgGIKtDjvI/AAAAAAAAEnU/9O5jL2M-6sg/s640/mombday.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MY MOM TURNED 70 TODAY!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She looks pretty awesome I should say!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love you, Mom!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-236694202706446835?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/236694202706446835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=236694202706446835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/236694202706446835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/236694202706446835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-birthday-mom.html' title='Happy Birthday, Mom!'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jU49CT5vSBU/TtgGIKtDjvI/AAAAAAAAEnU/9O5jL2M-6sg/s72-c/mombday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-5932737365869852919</id><published>2011-11-21T08:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T09:08:08.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home...Our Dear Agnes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qQsYz5HBA-4/TsqBbE-NijI/AAAAAAAAElw/-HacGxKDeYc/s1600/wetlands+sunset.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qQsYz5HBA-4/TsqBbE-NijI/AAAAAAAAElw/-HacGxKDeYc/s640/wetlands+sunset.jpg" width="532" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;At 2:19 this beautiful Monday morning, Agnes Seisa, went home to be with the Lord. She took her last breath here on earth, with her beautiful family by her side. She will greatly be missed by so many who loved her and even those who haven't met her. She leaves behind an inspiring legacy to never give up the fight, but to breathe each breath to glorify God in heaven. She now has a new beautiful and glorified body! SHE IS IN THE PRESENCE OF GOD... How awesome is that??? She now breathes with glorified lungs to praise God for eternity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Agnes... Thank you so much for showing me that life is too short to bother with secondary things in life. It's loving God first and others that really matter. Your daughter said that you were a "Lover of God". That is the legacy you have left for your family and for all of us to strive for. I love you, dear friend, and I will see you someday again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2 Timothy 4:7&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-5932737365869852919?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/5932737365869852919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=5932737365869852919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/5932737365869852919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/5932737365869852919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/11/home-sweet-homeour-dear-agnes.html' title='Home Sweet Home...Our Dear Agnes'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qQsYz5HBA-4/TsqBbE-NijI/AAAAAAAAElw/-HacGxKDeYc/s72-c/wetlands+sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-8928667167961181939</id><published>2011-11-19T22:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T07:58:54.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Thanking God For Agnes"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YohyUgFlJvs/TsifFXqW4UI/AAAAAAAAElA/al_jiQcaORo/s1600/agnes6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YohyUgFlJvs/TsifFXqW4UI/AAAAAAAAElA/al_jiQcaORo/s640/agnes6.jpg" width="484" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Pray continually. Give thanks in all circumstances:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1 Thes. 5:17-18&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have much to be thankful for. I'd like to start with my friend, Agnes, who has been a beautiful inspiration to me and countless people who know her and even those who do not. "In &lt;b&gt;everything&lt;/b&gt; give thanks" ...Through sorrow and pain, through blessings and joy, I can be genuine with my thanksgiving because I know that God's ways are better and higher than any other. God has a wonderful purpose for Agnes. We are still expecting a miracle.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This cross hangs high above the hospital ceilings were Agnes is resting. It can be seen in the waiting area of the ICU. So many gathered here today. I thank God we can all see this symbol and know that He is near.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YYhkwB8pWD8/TsifOc6W-0I/AAAAAAAAElQ/dodGvgYzF1Y/s1600/agnes2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YYhkwB8pWD8/TsifOc6W-0I/AAAAAAAAElQ/dodGvgYzF1Y/s320/agnes2.jpg" width="243" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Walking down yet another hallway that leads to another ICU wing was all too difficult for me to bear. It was just last night that I visited dear Marie at the ICU. I saw Agnes last week and she was so full of life! I just did not know how I would be if I saw her differently today. But having a "thankfulness frame of mind" helped me walk down this hallway to see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3Hl0LBcstH4/TsifPVlTPFI/AAAAAAAAElY/p-rk2EYcWSM/s1600/agnes3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="303" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3Hl0LBcstH4/TsifPVlTPFI/AAAAAAAAElY/p-rk2EYcWSM/s400/agnes3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Upon seeing this encouraging sign that hung next to Agnes's bed, I readily felt at &amp;nbsp;ease and knew exactly what I needed to do for Agnes. There was soft worship music playing in the corner of the room. There was a tremendous sense of peace that lingered and surrounded Agnes. Other dear friends were in there with me. We whispered softly to one another, leaned over to Agnes to pray and to read some verses, and we also gently held her hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KAxNYz9B1xI/TsifQBPh0GI/AAAAAAAAElg/uknLdnPv7FM/s1600/agnes4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KAxNYz9B1xI/TsifQBPh0GI/AAAAAAAAElg/uknLdnPv7FM/s320/agnes4.jpg" width="243" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Hold a true friend with both your hands."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;~Nigerian Proverb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Gb1pCprQcs/TsifNumXUgI/AAAAAAAAElI/q4LaQ2NTL6A/s1600/agnes1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Gb1pCprQcs/TsifNumXUgI/AAAAAAAAElI/q4LaQ2NTL6A/s320/agnes1.jpg" width="243" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I knew deep in my heart that today would have to be the day that I had to say good bye to Agnes. I have no doubt that God can still send a miracle her way. But I also knew that if ever God would have to take her home, I wanted to tell her that I loved her one last time. Too much time has already passed by that I haven't seen her. We lost touched for years. I regret not being able to spend more time with her when she was stronger. But I thanked God for her life and for teaching me that I need to cherish my friends now while I still have them. I gave her one last hand-squeze and said, "I'll see you again, Agnes. Love you."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4_kJ3GOS9Rk/TsifQ2ZR5CI/AAAAAAAAElo/1Jp3vOARhQw/s1600/agnes5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="303" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4_kJ3GOS9Rk/TsifQ2ZR5CI/AAAAAAAAElo/1Jp3vOARhQw/s400/agnes5.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What a wonderful time we all had in the cafeteria where we held a Thanksgiving Dinner for Agnes! So many families and friends came to celebrate her life. Her daughter led us into a beautiful worship time with the Lord. Agnes brought us all together for one happy reunion! Her husband Dennis was in good spirits, always making us laugh. I think it was his way to get through this tough time. He is a strong and loving husband and father. I know deep in my heart, that no matter what happens tomorrow, Agnes and her beautiful family will be okay. They are trusting in a God who can do the impossible and is able to do anything and everything! Sad as it may be, we all still have so much to celebrate and be thankful for! I'd like to end this blog and say HOW THANKFUL I AM FOR AGNES. I will be a better friend because of her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-8928667167961181939?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/8928667167961181939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=8928667167961181939' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/8928667167961181939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/8928667167961181939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanking-god-for-agnes.html' title='&quot;Thanking God For Agnes&quot;'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YohyUgFlJvs/TsifFXqW4UI/AAAAAAAAElA/al_jiQcaORo/s72-c/agnes6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-6492329451686949890</id><published>2011-11-17T13:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T20:40:00.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracles for Marie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h0sj_XKMtpw/TsV47AvXupI/AAAAAAAAEkA/x0a5qpjz37E/s1600/mm1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="484" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h0sj_XKMtpw/TsV47AvXupI/AAAAAAAAEkA/x0a5qpjz37E/s640/mm1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h0sj_XKMtpw/TsV47AvXupI/AAAAAAAAEkA/x0a5qpjz37E/s1600/mm1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MIRACLE&lt;/b&gt; - Such an effect or event manifesting or considered a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WORK OF GOD.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 1em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div class="dndata" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 37px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div class="header" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; word-wrap: break-word;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;I was an eyewitness of a miracle! At 5:30 pm yesterday, Marie woke up! This was truly a work of our almighty God! I felt as if I was looking into a window of miracles just waiting to happen. So humbled and undeserving, God has given me this awesome responsibility to share with you so that you will truly know that OUR GOD IS REAL.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aRIMsUKWKYY/TsV47_4puNI/AAAAAAAAEkI/pQoLHuYLJhU/s1600/mm2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aRIMsUKWKYY/TsV47_4puNI/AAAAAAAAEkI/pQoLHuYLJhU/s320/mm2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I would like to think that this symbol of Oakland Children's Hospital represents God holding the hand of each special child that enters here. All the doctors, nurses, and employees are God's special team in helping Him be His physical hands of miracles. But GOD alone is the only one who can perform these wonderful miracles in each child's life. Sometimes miracles are seen in ways we cannot understand. Sometimes it has to take a fatal sickness or even death to fulfill God's purposes. But in our dear Marie's case, at least for now, God is manifesting His great power in allowing her to still be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;And so the miracle begins...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If Marie could just share what's been on heart, maybe this is what she would say:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0PDnX9kgxc0/TsV48xMpBFI/AAAAAAAAEkQ/IZuHvB3XGG4/s1600/mm3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="243" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0PDnX9kgxc0/TsV48xMpBFI/AAAAAAAAEkQ/IZuHvB3XGG4/s320/mm3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Marie:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;Oh, mom, I'm so glad you're finally here to hold my hand. I don't fully understand what has happened, but I know something wonderful it taking place while I lay here in this bed. Mom, I'm still here. Please don't lose hope. Please try everything in your might to keep me alive. I know that I'm not alone. I can feel God holding my hand. Oh, how I wish you can feel him as I have these past couple of days. God said that He isn't finished with me yet. So please...I want you and dad to be strong for me. Know that God will be all you need even if He decides to take me home with Him. I will be okay. Mom...where are my OHANAS? How come they haven't visited me lately? I MISS THEM SO MUCH. =( For some wonderful reason, I can hear them praying for me. I can also hear so many other voices that I'm not recognizing praying to God, too. With each prayer, I can feel God making me stronger. Mom...don't let go of my hand. I love you so much. I can hear and feel you. I'm still here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ppzh42uWfuU/TsV49g5q3-I/AAAAAAAAEkY/WVsfarC_07w/s1600/mm4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ppzh42uWfuU/TsV49g5q3-I/AAAAAAAAEkY/WVsfarC_07w/s320/mm4.jpg" width="243" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Marisa:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;Anak ko (my child), I'm here. I'm not going anywhere. Please rest and don't worry. We are all praying for you. Just get better. All your friends and families are so eager to see you. I know God is taking holding your hand. I know you are not alone. He will perform miracles in you for all to see and hear. Please don't give up, Anak. Mommy is here. I won't leave your side. At times, it's so hard to bear what is happening to you. My heart breaks to see you like this. If I could only take your place on that bed, I would in a heartbeat. I may not understand God's purpose in all this, but I know that He is in complete control. There is a greater purpose for your life. Be strong, Marie. Your dad and I love you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YRswXPun918/TsV4-ZF1xRI/AAAAAAAAEkg/Ik0OJ30XGUM/s1600/mm5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="243" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YRswXPun918/TsV4-ZF1xRI/AAAAAAAAEkg/Ik0OJ30XGUM/s320/mm5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Marie:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;Hold on to Jesus, Mom. I will be with you soon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Marisa:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;Hold on to Jesus, Marie. You will be with us soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2bRnekWmhyE/TsV4-2FbxbI/AAAAAAAAEko/l1fHZFgTJCA/s1600/mm6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2bRnekWmhyE/TsV4-2FbxbI/AAAAAAAAEko/l1fHZFgTJCA/s320/mm6.jpg" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Marie:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;My dear Ohana family...I can feel and hear all your "get well wishes" for me. I thank you for constantly praying for me as I lay in this bed. I would rather be in school with you all, at Starbucks doing homework, ice skating again in the city, or just simply drinking hot cocoa with marshmellows filled to the top! Appreciate the simple things in life for you may not able to do them any longer with each other. Don't worry about me for God is holding my hand. He is my Healer. Wait for me, please! I will be with Ohana soon! But for now, hold on to God more than ever! I know it's hard for you to see me like this, but there's a bigger reason in why I can't be with you right now. Be strong for me, because I will need your love and help to get me back on my feet. Wow, all those people on Facebook, Twitter, and on Auntie Lani's Still Impressions are all praying and waiting for me! I feel like a celebrity! I'm just humbled at all this...Who am I that God would chose the weak to reveal His Greatness? I miss you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xOZYnZL13vQ/TsV4_7l2a7I/AAAAAAAAEk4/123SeAKnIp4/s1600/mm8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xOZYnZL13vQ/TsV4_7l2a7I/AAAAAAAAEk4/123SeAKnIp4/s320/mm8.jpg" width="243" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(The top view of her bandaged head...Surrounded by a HEART)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Eyewitness to a Miracle: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Just as I was about to say my good byes to Marie, I mentioned that I would be back to bring Ashley and all her friends soon. All of a sudden, she twirled both feet in circles, squeezed her mom's and my hands really hard, started to cough as if she wanted to say something, and attempted to get up from her bed! She opened her eyes and what a sight it was to see her beautiful eyes again! MARIE WOKE UP! Both Marisa and I were so excited and scared at the same time! All we could say was "THANK YOU, LORD!" The nurses and doctors were just in awe! Should this surprise us since we have been all praying for Marie? OUR GOD IS REAL! What other proof do we need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Later that evening, Marie uttered the word..."MOM".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Miracles for Marie"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;...and expecting more to come!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm+77:14&amp;amp;version=NIV" style="color: #b2462d; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Psalm 77:14&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are the God who performs&amp;nbsp;miracles; you display your power among the peoples.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-6492329451686949890?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/6492329451686949890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=6492329451686949890' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/6492329451686949890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/6492329451686949890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/11/miracles-for-marie.html' title='Miracles for Marie'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h0sj_XKMtpw/TsV47AvXupI/AAAAAAAAEkA/x0a5qpjz37E/s72-c/mm1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-3651758569765127277</id><published>2011-11-13T22:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T20:14:41.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"OHANA...Marie"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OTOWOFUHedI/TsC1bYkKB3I/AAAAAAAAEiI/0jyiY0AyWYo/s1600/marie1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OTOWOFUHedI/TsC1bYkKB3I/AAAAAAAAEiI/0jyiY0AyWYo/s400/marie1.jpg" width="307" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"OHANA means FAMILY...and family means nobody gets left behind."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Certainly not Miss Marie, who is well loved by her dear family and friends! The unthinkable happened, when Ashley heard that her dear friend, Marie, was rushed to the hospital last night because of a possible brain aneurysm. Tonight, she lays in ICU hospital bed, "sleeping" until she wakes up again.&amp;nbsp;Never once was she alone. Her loving friends and families all had a chance to hold her hand and whisper their love for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkU2ZRUCN2o/TsC1b3fs_-I/AAAAAAAAEiQ/kFYJ3SV4cwE/s1600/marie2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkU2ZRUCN2o/TsC1b3fs_-I/AAAAAAAAEiQ/kFYJ3SV4cwE/s320/marie2.jpg" width="278" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ashley has always spoken so highly and lovingly of Marie. Marie has been a delightful blessing to her. &amp;nbsp; Ash stayed up late one night just printing and cutting pictures of them both as she made her birthday collage for Marie. I knew then that Marie was a very special person in my daughter's life. Marie is everyone's special person in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hjjJXPUlXE8/TsC1c3Nns3I/AAAAAAAAEiY/JLzp2KZ3xY8/s1600/marie3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="243" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hjjJXPUlXE8/TsC1c3Nns3I/AAAAAAAAEiY/JLzp2KZ3xY8/s320/marie3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Ohana Family of Friends all gathered around in the cafeteria to pray for Marie. We held hands, cried our tears, and asked God to perform a miracle in Marie's life. If anyone can heal her, God certainly can! We were able to share the message of salvation to each one. Life is too short. No one knows when we will take our last breath. We will all pass away someday. But we can have the assurance of being in the presence of God if we were to die, by simply believing and accepting the Lord Jesus Christ in our hearts. Because of Marie's life and these hard circumstances, it's not a coincidence that the friends were brought closer to each other and to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life." ~John 3:16&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-om33BWfLbso/TsC1eYNyAXI/AAAAAAAAEio/D0DKVudxBCI/s1600/marie6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-om33BWfLbso/TsC1eYNyAXI/AAAAAAAAEio/D0DKVudxBCI/s320/marie6.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I had the opportunity to talk and pray with Marie as she laid in bed. Even while in a coma, I knew that she can feel my hand and hear my voice. It was a special time for me. In an instant, it could very well be my own daughter who may one day lay in a hospital bed. I just cherished each moment with Marie. Without a doubt, I will cherish every moment with my Ashley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1xSd037qt_g/TsC1fdiOsZI/AAAAAAAAEiw/SBdRRNT8pMg/s1600/marie7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1xSd037qt_g/TsC1fdiOsZI/AAAAAAAAEiw/SBdRRNT8pMg/s320/marie7.jpg" width="243" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We all drew and wrote out our love for Marie on the cafeteria tables. We are trusting God that WHEN...not if...Marie wakes up, she will be able to see and read all these wonderful tokens of love! Because of Marie, her circle of Ohana Friends are burdened to pray and join hands at their school. It's time to shine the light at Bethel High!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew+5:16&amp;amp;version=NIV" style="color: #b2462d; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Matthew 5:16&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;In the same way,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;let&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;your&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;light&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;shine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j7FjYe7TTtk/TsC1nDAkLTI/AAAAAAAAEi4/88BMbO6Gzs4/s1600/marie4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="242" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j7FjYe7TTtk/TsC1nDAkLTI/AAAAAAAAEi4/88BMbO6Gzs4/s320/marie4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Our dearest MARIE ANGELA... When you wake up, we will all be here for you. It will be like you never went to sleep. We love you, MARIE! Ohana Forever!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;From Ashley:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;I love you! Get better and I miss you so much! Ohana is here for you and will always be, forever. Please come back to school! Muah! Btw: &amp;nbsp;Arizona, Pa, Jr., and so much more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;From Royce:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;You scared me little girl! I miss you and promise you that when you recover, I'm going to come see you. You will always be more that a friend to me. You're my inspiration, Beautiful, to be a doctor. My little girl, we love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;From Terrie:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;Miss Marie Angela, you're beautiful inside and out. You make boring days fun and get us all happy when we're sad. Ohana misses you so much, but we know you will be okay. We're staying strong for you. Can't wait to see you again all happy and smiling again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;From Mitz Bitz:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;"Ohana means family and family means nobody gets left behind or forgotten." Throughout this whole process, I've never seen our family closer. We are seeing each other break down. We really love you so much, Marie. WE are praying like crazy and all we can do is let go and let God. I've learned that we will never leave anyone behind, especially you right now. I wish we can all stay until you open your eyes and see us standing by you. We love you more than anything. God's watching over you baby girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;From Chelsie:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;All I really want and am praying for is just to see my best friend smiling and telling me she's going to be alright. I know she'll always be in good hands and in our hearts. I love and miss you so much, Marie. Know that we're always here for you. Be that strong girl who stands with her head high...that I've known since we were babies... Love you baby girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;From Bryana:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"Babygirl, I'm so proud of you. I'm so proud of how strong you're being. You still seem to amaze me after all of this happening. I was the first person Royce called, and he was freaking out and so was I, I didn't know what to do, I was scared.. REALLY scared. But I knew that sooner or later you'd pull through and be the strong girl you are. I pray now Marie, I barely use to pray.. You inspire me day by day, no matter how many times we've had tension, or gave each other attitudes, getting annoyed, we just cared. I love you so so much, the group goes by "Ohana" now, you know why? Because YOU started called US that. We're always here for you and always will be. You always seem to brighten everyone's day, make everyone laugh, and continue to make everyone smile. Ohana is here lifting you up until you get back on your own two feet, we'll always be here like you've always been here for us. Love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="♥" class="emote_img" src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/images/blank.gif" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: url(http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/rsrc.php/v1/yM/r/WlL6q4xDPOA.png); background-origin: initial; background-position: -224px 0px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; bottom: 1px; height: 16px; margin-bottom: -2px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; position: relative; vertical-align: top; width: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO WRITE A MESSAGE TO MARIE, YOU CAN LEAVE A COMMENT AND WE WILL ADD IT TO THE BLOG...THANK YOU FOR READING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-3651758569765127277?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/3651758569765127277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=3651758569765127277' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/3651758569765127277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/3651758569765127277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/11/ohanamarie.html' title='&quot;OHANA...Marie&quot;'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OTOWOFUHedI/TsC1bYkKB3I/AAAAAAAAEiI/0jyiY0AyWYo/s72-c/marie1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-5433281041081821910</id><published>2011-11-09T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T10:49:04.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Beautiful Broken Shell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pDDoWQOQfGM/TrrDF_Lpi-I/AAAAAAAAEh4/WIr81WUS10A/s1600/nanay4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pDDoWQOQfGM/TrrDF_Lpi-I/AAAAAAAAEh4/WIr81WUS10A/s400/nanay4.jpg" width="310" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Nanay has been through so much in the past couple of years. Fighting her cancer has made her feeble and weak on the outside. She can no longer fend for herself. She is totally dependent on her family and those loving care givers at her lovely care home where she resides for now. Her stronger hand holds these shells that I've collected on the beach as she listens to a beautiful story being read to her by Christine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kxa90CVPv-4/TrrDE4LImNI/AAAAAAAAEho/imZ-TP6GAys/s1600/nanay2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="249" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kxa90CVPv-4/TrrDE4LImNI/AAAAAAAAEho/imZ-TP6GAys/s320/nanay2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine had this wonderful idea to read a book to Nanay. "I would be sad if no one came to visit me...even to just read to me.", said Christine. In an instant, I grabbed this book and we rushed over to Nanay's care home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dy6nGP88uMs/TrrDFXxF0EI/AAAAAAAAEhw/eftIIAPVHtc/s1600/nanay3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dy6nGP88uMs/TrrDFXxF0EI/AAAAAAAAEhw/eftIIAPVHtc/s320/nanay3.jpg" width="249" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G1NytHPPB4Y/TrrDGpd7LUI/AAAAAAAAEiA/XL-1_cXifUg/s1600/nanay5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G1NytHPPB4Y/TrrDGpd7LUI/AAAAAAAAEiA/XL-1_cXifUg/s320/nanay5.jpg" width="249" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a perfect story for a perfect moment. "My Beautiful Broken Shell" is a story about lives who have been broken by devastating storms and overwhelming waves. Broken as we may be, our lives placed in God's hands, can still have purpose in bringing glory back to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanay listens quietly, holding onto the scalloped seashells with her feeble fingers. She may seem weak on the "outer shell"... but I can sense her growing stronger inside even in that moment of simply reading words of encouragement to her. It was a blessing to hear her say, "Thank you for reading to me. Can you come back again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next time we see Nanay again, we promised her that we would give her a manicure! Oh, what a big smile and happy eyes she gave us upon hearing that! One thing that I will always take from this moment is that I don't have to come up with a grand plan to see her. It's the simple things in life, like reading a story and spending time, that will make all the difference in her day. For today...may be all she may have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kxa90CVPv-4/TrrDE4LImNI/AAAAAAAAEho/imZ-TP6GAys/s1600/nanay2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kxa90CVPv-4/TrrDE4LImNI/AAAAAAAAEho/imZ-TP6GAys/s1600/nanay2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dy6nGP88uMs/TrrDFXxF0EI/AAAAAAAAEhw/eftIIAPVHtc/s1600/nanay3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-5433281041081821910?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/5433281041081821910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=5433281041081821910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/5433281041081821910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/5433281041081821910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-beautiful-broken-shell.html' title='My Beautiful Broken Shell'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pDDoWQOQfGM/TrrDF_Lpi-I/AAAAAAAAEh4/WIr81WUS10A/s72-c/nanay4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-2127919578113591890</id><published>2011-10-30T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T22:50:25.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"RAY and GOLDA"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ad8W2MqYNUo/Tq4z4uPcJtI/AAAAAAAAEhY/Im9T1-fv-ro/s1600/rgm1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ad8W2MqYNUo/Tq4z4uPcJtI/AAAAAAAAEhY/Im9T1-fv-ro/s640/rgm1.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ray and Golda Margate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oct. 29, 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They've been best friends, soul mates, and everything in between to one another for so many years. Yesterday, they finally became man and wife. I had the great honor to photograph their LOVE. My favorite time with the bride was when I asked if I could pray for her and Ray right before she walked down the aisle. We held hands and prayed. Well, the good Lord answered our prayers soon after! Now she will never have to walk along any path without her husband right beside her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's amazing what I see behind my lens as a photographer. But it's even more amazing when God speaks through each image and delivers His message of love and goodness!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-2127919578113591890?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/2127919578113591890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=2127919578113591890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/2127919578113591890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/2127919578113591890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/10/ray-and-golda.html' title='&quot;RAY and GOLDA&quot;'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ad8W2MqYNUo/Tq4z4uPcJtI/AAAAAAAAEhY/Im9T1-fv-ro/s72-c/rgm1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-3511784745278543464</id><published>2011-10-16T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T23:43:30.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SEAN and LAURA ..."The Prayer Circle of Love"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L_4966jrc7M/TpvBm-BD2RI/AAAAAAAAEhE/xvl4h5rJ9g8/s1600/prayercircle3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L_4966jrc7M/TpvBm-BD2RI/AAAAAAAAEhE/xvl4h5rJ9g8/s640/prayercircle3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sean and Laura&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;As they joined hands to become man and wife...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6_Xp0fQQCaw/TpvBmL_psQI/AAAAAAAAEg8/5TIPHVV_Q-A/s1600/prayercircle2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6_Xp0fQQCaw/TpvBmL_psQI/AAAAAAAAEg8/5TIPHVV_Q-A/s400/prayercircle2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T6IN5G274fo/TpvBkVGlOmI/AAAAAAAAEg0/EPIudVn-s3w/s1600/prayercircle1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T6IN5G274fo/TpvBkVGlOmI/AAAAAAAAEg0/EPIudVn-s3w/s400/prayercircle1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Everyone joined hands with them to commit&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;their love and marriage to God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What &amp;nbsp;a blessing it was to see everyone come together in a circle just to ask God's blessings upon the lovely couple. Their wedding felt more like a beautiful worship time in the park! So simple in nature, but so extravagant in God's love. As I was talking to the Laura during the planning stages of the wedding, she asked me to capture mostly family and friends who will be attending. She wanted to remember their faces at their wedding more than anything! &amp;nbsp;Praise God that not only were the faces captured, but also the love they had for Sean and Laura as they prayed for them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-3511784745278543464?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/3511784745278543464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=3511784745278543464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/3511784745278543464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/3511784745278543464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/10/sean-and-laurathe-prayer-circle-of-love.html' title='SEAN and LAURA ...&quot;The Prayer Circle of Love&quot;'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L_4966jrc7M/TpvBm-BD2RI/AAAAAAAAEhE/xvl4h5rJ9g8/s72-c/prayercircle3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-6278916315431863448</id><published>2011-10-11T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T23:19:54.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun + Cloud = HEART</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bud7Zg8tZ14/TpUusx3_oOI/AAAAAAAAEgs/33Jw4HhVd1U/s1600/heartsun.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bud7Zg8tZ14/TpUusx3_oOI/AAAAAAAAEgs/33Jw4HhVd1U/s400/heartsun.jpg" width="303" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to take a picture of the clouds today, but the sun peaked out and surprised me with this amazing image! God must have known that I needed to see and sense his great love for me today. Yesterday felt like a sobering day with all the rain and clouds that lasted all day. I love the rain, but it really made me feel sad for some reason. So today, when I saw all the puffy soft white clouds against the blue sky, I knew I had to capture it. But this loving surprise from God literally blew me away! His love is amazing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The heavens declare the glory of God and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;the skies proclaim the work of his hands.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Psalm 19:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-6278916315431863448?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/6278916315431863448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=6278916315431863448' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/6278916315431863448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/6278916315431863448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/10/sun-cloud-heart.html' title='Sun + Cloud = HEART'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bud7Zg8tZ14/TpUusx3_oOI/AAAAAAAAEgs/33Jw4HhVd1U/s72-c/heartsun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-9126836813600559759</id><published>2011-10-04T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T00:10:59.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>46.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vhDj3EK9TI/ToqwdgQPXPI/AAAAAAAAEgo/cjSmD-hyRLw/s1600/46run.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vhDj3EK9TI/ToqwdgQPXPI/AAAAAAAAEgo/cjSmD-hyRLw/s400/46run.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;October 2, 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;46 years of life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just wanted to praise God for blessing me with another year!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I chose to run a 7K on my birthday to celebrate life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wasn't going for the best time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just wanted to have the best time doing it!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;...AND I DID!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-9126836813600559759?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/9126836813600559759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=9126836813600559759' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/9126836813600559759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/9126836813600559759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/10/46.html' title='46.'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vhDj3EK9TI/ToqwdgQPXPI/AAAAAAAAEgo/cjSmD-hyRLw/s72-c/46run.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-4663228225394290122</id><published>2011-09-26T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T12:38:29.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1XxQoblostI/ToDR_c2ZoRI/AAAAAAAAEgk/hzjPoaDIkQY/s1600/sillyme.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1XxQoblostI/ToDR_c2ZoRI/AAAAAAAAEgk/hzjPoaDIkQY/s400/sillyme.jpg" width="303" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes...we can't take life so seriously. When there's no time for laughter or silliness, then there's no time to enjoy God blessings. There's a time for everything. There's a time to work, but also a time to play. God wants us to enjoy life so that we may be able to enjoy Him. So whatever may be weighing you down, take a break from it....AND WALK BAREFOOT IN THE PARK. (...and don't forget to wear your huge orange sunglasses!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;There is a time for everything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; and a season for every activity under the heavens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eccl. 3:1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-4663228225394290122?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/4663228225394290122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=4663228225394290122' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/4663228225394290122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/4663228225394290122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/09/silly-me.html' title='Silly Me'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1XxQoblostI/ToDR_c2ZoRI/AAAAAAAAEgk/hzjPoaDIkQY/s72-c/sillyme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-8058443765084830426</id><published>2011-09-20T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T13:37:58.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5g_9VZBwdYc/Tnj3NCV_P2I/AAAAAAAAEgg/huB-yTLThFI/s1600/sbcard.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5g_9VZBwdYc/Tnj3NCV_P2I/AAAAAAAAEgg/huB-yTLThFI/s400/sbcard.jpg" width="303" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long will this card last me? It all depends on what I order. Trying to make something last as long as you can takes great discipline and planning. I can spend it all in one visit or I can just use it when I don't have cash. The bottom line is ... I want to savor it as long as I can. Yes, I can always refill my card, but it won't be the same. I particularly love this card because it came from Hawaii. No one here has it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great memories last a long time and sometimes forever. A picture freezes the hands of time. A memory will do the same. But the one thing that is difficult to accept is that once a great moment is done, you can't duplicate it. So whatever you may be enjoying at this particular moment, savor every second with a smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-8058443765084830426?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/8058443765084830426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=8058443765084830426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/8058443765084830426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/8058443765084830426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/09/how-long-will-this-card-last-me-it-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5g_9VZBwdYc/Tnj3NCV_P2I/AAAAAAAAEgg/huB-yTLThFI/s72-c/sbcard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-8814049106061462180</id><published>2011-09-12T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T13:39:26.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V5881uKGSN0/Tm5tOH_52VI/AAAAAAAAEgc/dbYakKmagzc/s1600/ctwist.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V5881uKGSN0/Tm5tOH_52VI/AAAAAAAAEgc/dbYakKmagzc/s400/ctwist.jpg" width="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Cinnamon Twists from my oven.)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;It's beginning to taste a lot like FALL!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mmmmmmmm!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-8814049106061462180?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/8814049106061462180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=8814049106061462180' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/8814049106061462180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/8814049106061462180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/09/cinnamon-twists-from-my-oven.html' title=''/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V5881uKGSN0/Tm5tOH_52VI/AAAAAAAAEgc/dbYakKmagzc/s72-c/ctwist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-6080448846451834451</id><published>2011-09-09T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T10:11:31.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z-eqSvKGyto/TmpHub5snDI/AAAAAAAAEgU/uC-C4bFMlEE/s1600/peace.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Psalm 46:10&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1YQtO_c7Z1o/TmpIszRQxaI/AAAAAAAAEgY/IrM3PTaYjzQ/s1600/peace.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1YQtO_c7Z1o/TmpIszRQxaI/AAAAAAAAEgY/IrM3PTaYjzQ/s320/peace.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Be still and know that I am God.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-6080448846451834451?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/6080448846451834451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=6080448846451834451' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/6080448846451834451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/6080448846451834451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/09/4610-be-still-and-know-that-i-am-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1YQtO_c7Z1o/TmpIszRQxaI/AAAAAAAAEgY/IrM3PTaYjzQ/s72-c/peace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-3479525145368914989</id><published>2011-09-07T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T22:45:29.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond the Horizon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bsgp1CagQdY/TmgGYySsxGI/AAAAAAAAEgQ/ng5ubnZ7WDA/s1600/ocean+beach.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bsgp1CagQdY/TmgGYySsxGI/AAAAAAAAEgQ/ng5ubnZ7WDA/s400/ocean+beach.jpg" width="311" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Ocean Beach in San Francisco. This was the first beach that I walked on when I arrived here from the Philippines way back in the 70's. I walked this beach as a little girl. This past weekend, I photographed this same beach as a photographer. I never knew that it would come to this. &amp;nbsp;No one can ever tell what's beyond the horizon. Only God can foresee what we will eventually be. As we put our lives and desires into His Hands, we will never regret the outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to take pictures of His glorious creations, beauty, and love. I wanted to make the simplest things grand so that I may never take things for granted. How wonderful it is to do something I love. But with this photography career, I am being led to to help and minister to those who do not have the means to afford an expensive photographer. I do this in obedience to God. It's not so much the money that ignites my passion, it's the friendships that are made, the smiles that blossom, and the beauty that I'm responsible to capture for the public.... ALL IN WHICH TO BRING THEM CLOSER TO GOD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-3479525145368914989?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/3479525145368914989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=3479525145368914989' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/3479525145368914989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/3479525145368914989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/09/beyond-horizon.html' title='Beyond the Horizon'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bsgp1CagQdY/TmgGYySsxGI/AAAAAAAAEgQ/ng5ubnZ7WDA/s72-c/ocean+beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-7355809488604398170</id><published>2011-08-28T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T21:35:09.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>143</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ME5PgxPtZ_c/TlsUoSFBkxI/AAAAAAAAEgM/2IKblKgtpwY/s1600/143.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 352px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ME5PgxPtZ_c/TlsUoSFBkxI/AAAAAAAAEgM/2IKblKgtpwY/s400/143.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646129240119284498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;LOVE IS ALWAYS ON TIME!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;143 = I LOVE YOU&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I parked my car and noticed the time was 1:43! I quickly grabbed my phone and took this picture just in time. I have no idea who this blog will touch. But I just wanted to say that I took the time to notice this and to let you know that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;YOU ARE LOVED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;by Someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And if you can't think of anyone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;GOD does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-7355809488604398170?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/7355809488604398170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=7355809488604398170' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/7355809488604398170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/7355809488604398170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/08/143.html' title='143'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ME5PgxPtZ_c/TlsUoSFBkxI/AAAAAAAAEgM/2IKblKgtpwY/s72-c/143.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-1804086456741713294</id><published>2011-08-23T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T18:47:42.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look UP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fb9Y0WDpFgA/TlRWWSdeESI/AAAAAAAAEgE/9ixnXIGmqeg/s1600/tree.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fb9Y0WDpFgA/TlRWWSdeESI/AAAAAAAAEgE/9ixnXIGmqeg/s400/tree.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644231173914628386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;When I've hit rock bottom, there's no other way but to look up. Sometimes when things fall apart, it's when I can really feel and see God. I was standing underneath this BIG redwood tree today and realized how little I was compared to it. I looked up and saw this magnificent view. I LOOKED UP when I was at the bottom. Then all of a sudden, God said to me in a small still voice, "I'm bigger than anything that you're going through."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I hope this encourages you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-1804086456741713294?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/1804086456741713294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=1804086456741713294' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/1804086456741713294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/1804086456741713294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/08/look-up.html' title='Look UP'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fb9Y0WDpFgA/TlRWWSdeESI/AAAAAAAAEgE/9ixnXIGmqeg/s72-c/tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-187994742470994394</id><published>2011-08-22T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T20:25:25.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Be Remembered Is A Wonderful Feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y32mBNvrmNE/TlMbdF4JbCI/AAAAAAAAEf8/o6etiA5Kc58/s1600/audrey.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y32mBNvrmNE/TlMbdF4JbCI/AAAAAAAAEf8/o6etiA5Kc58/s400/audrey.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643884944633195554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Special friends today sent this picture to me on my phone! They simply said, "We Thought of You." I love Aubrey Hepburn! I wish I could have met her in person. To be remembered is the sweetest thing anyone can ever do for me! The little simple thoughts can be the biggest blessing to someone who may need an encouragement. Just when you may think you've been forgotten, God finds a way to remind you that you're not. He graciously gives us all things. He gave us his Son, didn't he? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I REALLY NEEDED THIS TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;“He who did not spare his own Son, but gave him up for us all—how will he not also, along with him, graciously give us all things?” &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?version=NIV&amp;amp;search=Romans%208:32" title="Romans 8:32" style="color: rgb(101, 19, 0); text-decoration: none; "&gt;Romans 8:32&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-187994742470994394?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/187994742470994394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=187994742470994394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/187994742470994394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/187994742470994394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/08/special-friends-today-sent-this-picture.html' title='To Be Remembered Is A Wonderful Feeling'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y32mBNvrmNE/TlMbdF4JbCI/AAAAAAAAEf8/o6etiA5Kc58/s72-c/audrey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-2985985674733146271</id><published>2011-08-17T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T09:08:46.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Steps...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qieWQRoiTNc/Tkvmi0_ndtI/AAAAAAAAEf0/GLjOe2eIj10/s1600/steps.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qieWQRoiTNc/Tkvmi0_ndtI/AAAAAAAAEf0/GLjOe2eIj10/s400/steps.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641856444227090130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just taking one day at a time with one step at a time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even though my paths may be uncertain, I will finish my course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So help me God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-2985985674733146271?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/2985985674733146271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=2985985674733146271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/2985985674733146271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/2985985674733146271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/08/just-taking-one-day-at-time-with-one.html' title='Steps...'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qieWQRoiTNc/Tkvmi0_ndtI/AAAAAAAAEf0/GLjOe2eIj10/s72-c/steps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-9160209872881853305</id><published>2011-08-15T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T21:57:37.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I MISS U</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L9rTFCc3kl4/TknzHxC2tlI/AAAAAAAAEfs/LDdCOjCCDsw/s1600/IMY.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L9rTFCc3kl4/TknzHxC2tlI/AAAAAAAAEfs/LDdCOjCCDsw/s400/IMY.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641307323008202322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Right outside my North Carolina Beach House,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I wrote..."I MISS U."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's always around this time of year when major things start to change around me. Summer comes to an end. Autumn falls right into our laps. Parks are rarely visited. The classrooms are now starting to fill back up. The air cools down. The trees prepare for their slumber. The leaves turn into vibrant colors then they turn into a brown pile. Yes, major changes are beginning to circle around me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not a big fan of changes. I especially dislike when I can't help but miss those I once held close. Whether it's in memory or in company, missing those moments and people create a huge black hole in my life...and in my days. I long for my yesterdays. But I know that I must live for my upcoming tomorrows...if God wills it for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today, right now, I will just be thankful that my heart has somethings special to MISS. It just goes to show that I had wonderful memories with those I love and at those places that have captured my soul. Whether its at my North Carolina beach house, or my home away from home in Kaneohe, Hawaii, or even in beautiful San Diego, I will be glad that I can MISS them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot wait to retrace and reunite with those love ones and places that I hold dear. Still...I just want to look out in the sunrises and sunsets and remember them. Remembering helps me keep them close...so close that I can touch them with the hands of my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I MISS U.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S.  I look forward to seeing U again...and I will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-9160209872881853305?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/9160209872881853305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=9160209872881853305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/9160209872881853305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/9160209872881853305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-miss-u.html' title='I MISS U'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L9rTFCc3kl4/TknzHxC2tlI/AAAAAAAAEfs/LDdCOjCCDsw/s72-c/IMY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-6444446543742678346</id><published>2011-08-12T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T00:05:14.404-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tired'/><title type='text'>The Cure for BLAH...is HOPE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vzapInUztPA/TkYebHSDQ1I/AAAAAAAAEfk/8rYT1u8JOTA/s1600/tired.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vzapInUztPA/TkYebHSDQ1I/AAAAAAAAEfk/8rYT1u8JOTA/s400/tired.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640229034488185682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm+42:5&amp;amp;version=31" style="color: rgb(178, 70, 45); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;Psalm 42:5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Why, my soul, are you downcast? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Why so disturbed within me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Put your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;HOPE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;in God, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Isaiah+40:31&amp;amp;version=31" style="color: rgb(101, 19, 0); text-decoration: none; "&gt;Isaiah 40:31&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But those who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;HOPE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;in the LORD will renew their strength. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;They will soar on wings like eagles; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;they will run and not grow weary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; they will walk and not be faint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-6444446543742678346?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/6444446543742678346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=6444446543742678346' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/6444446543742678346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/6444446543742678346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/08/cure-for-blah.html' title='The Cure for BLAH...is HOPE.'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vzapInUztPA/TkYebHSDQ1I/AAAAAAAAEfk/8rYT1u8JOTA/s72-c/tired.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-8732244394693740625</id><published>2011-08-07T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T23:33:05.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Has No Limit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u540Dnn9QcI/Tj9_zEw10HI/AAAAAAAAEfc/p2GFUPYmTcY/s1600/heartsquaw.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u540Dnn9QcI/Tj9_zEw10HI/AAAAAAAAEfc/p2GFUPYmTcY/s400/heartsquaw.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638365773919801458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;(High Camp - Squaw Valley Ski Resort)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Walking around the ski resort during the summer time was totally awesome! I found so many beautiful wild flowers growing where the snow once fell.  Among the flowers, I came across a Heart Rock! Even at this high elevation of 8,200 feet above sea level, LOVE appeared! God beautifully showed me (again) that LOVE HAS NO LIMIT! No matter how how high or low your level of love may be, it should never have a limit. If God limited his love towards us, where would we be? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Someone dear to you may be going through something especially difficult at this time. You may not know all the details, but this is the time to be there for them. They may seem a little distant, a little irritable, and more not like themselves. Let's continue to understand and be patient. As high as this place was where I found this heart rock, may our love for one another never reach a limit where it can end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVE NEVER FAILS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I Cor. 13&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-8732244394693740625?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/8732244394693740625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=8732244394693740625' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/8732244394693740625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/8732244394693740625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/08/love-has-no-limit.html' title='Love Has No Limit'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u540Dnn9QcI/Tj9_zEw10HI/AAAAAAAAEfc/p2GFUPYmTcY/s72-c/heartsquaw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-720345783980939758</id><published>2011-08-03T23:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T23:36:49.246-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Napa Tree'/><title type='text'>I Am Not Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BkUbMwd4DV4/Tjo6wwYTB_I/AAAAAAAAEfU/iQFor6b0lOA/s1600/napatree.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BkUbMwd4DV4/Tjo6wwYTB_I/AAAAAAAAEfU/iQFor6b0lOA/s400/napatree.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636882492902541298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Driving home from Napa, I stared out my window as I was stuck in traffic and noticed this beautiful lonesome tree out in the dry grass fields. Something inside me was inspired! I grabbed my phone and took this picture. Why??? When I saw it standing by itself, with the sun beaming down upon it, I knew that God was looking down. He is everywhere even when we think we are alone.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I do feel like this tree. Tired. Alone. Resting but restless. Then I am reminded that God is always shining down on me. Even when I want to be left alone, He is there. Even when I don't deserve His presence, He is there. That's God's grace and love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I will be with you; I will never leave you nor forsake you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Joshua 1:5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-720345783980939758?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/720345783980939758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=720345783980939758' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/720345783980939758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/720345783980939758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-am-not-alone.html' title='I Am Not Alone'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BkUbMwd4DV4/Tjo6wwYTB_I/AAAAAAAAEfU/iQFor6b0lOA/s72-c/napatree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-878867238348341192</id><published>2011-07-30T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T00:25:45.819-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='San Diego'/><title type='text'>My Favorite Photographs of San Diego</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NYvJlurkAWE/TjOxGf06sDI/AAAAAAAAEfM/RMZBtUvNBzU/s1600/Cupcake.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 345px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NYvJlurkAWE/TjOxGf06sDI/AAAAAAAAEfM/RMZBtUvNBzU/s400/Cupcake.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635042283951403058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cupcakes from Kristine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K5r_QhcEYTM/TjOwiOUyOuI/AAAAAAAAEe8/ZThpeYQr4MQ/s1600/sunsetciff2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K5r_QhcEYTM/TjOwiOUyOuI/AAAAAAAAEe8/ZThpeYQr4MQ/s400/sunsetciff2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635041660777937634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lem and Danielle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X6qDE9q_jJM/TjOwZHtwTJI/AAAAAAAAEe0/XnMZH8oz9vA/s1600/sunsetcliff1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X6qDE9q_jJM/TjOwZHtwTJI/AAAAAAAAEe0/XnMZH8oz9vA/s400/sunsetcliff1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635041504384797842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My First Sunset at Sunset Cliffs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fNjgHudNR_k/TjOwP7QzPCI/AAAAAAAAEes/r8io0bJLLl8/s1600/harbor1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fNjgHudNR_k/TjOwP7QzPCI/AAAAAAAAEes/r8io0bJLLl8/s400/harbor1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635041346423307298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Ship from Harbor Island&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_PaHHRM7C08/TjOwJ1OB31I/AAAAAAAAEek/qVR_zHcqiFI/s1600/hallway.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_PaHHRM7C08/TjOwJ1OB31I/AAAAAAAAEek/qVR_zHcqiFI/s400/hallway.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635041241721855826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Hallway at East Lake &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0p17yMNAsG8/TjOwDKUuEUI/AAAAAAAAEec/q8v0qhgmVy0/s1600/point%2Bloma.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0p17yMNAsG8/TjOwDKUuEUI/AAAAAAAAEec/q8v0qhgmVy0/s400/point%2Bloma.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635041127127978306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Rock at Point Loma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-878867238348341192?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/878867238348341192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=878867238348341192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/878867238348341192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/878867238348341192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-favorite-photographs-of-san-diego.html' title='My Favorite Photographs of San Diego'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NYvJlurkAWE/TjOxGf06sDI/AAAAAAAAEfM/RMZBtUvNBzU/s72-c/Cupcake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-3603291204402868311</id><published>2011-07-14T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T11:35:15.563-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Upmost for His Highest'/><title type='text'>HE &gt; i</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MQPaRsISvTA/Th81TPgOzmI/AAAAAAAAEeU/jvgwhoTgTLM/s1600/ns14.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MQPaRsISvTA/Th81TPgOzmI/AAAAAAAAEeU/jvgwhoTgTLM/s400/ns14.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629276663931915874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HE is greater than i&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Your priorities must be God first, God second, and God third, until your life is continually face to face with God and no one else is taken into account whatsoever. Your prayer will then be, "In all the world there is no one but You, dear God; there is no one but You."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oswald Chambers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-3603291204402868311?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/3603291204402868311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=3603291204402868311' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/3603291204402868311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/3603291204402868311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/07/hei.html' title='HE &gt; i'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MQPaRsISvTA/Th81TPgOzmI/AAAAAAAAEeU/jvgwhoTgTLM/s72-c/ns14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-323477351806280739</id><published>2011-07-10T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T23:59:23.231-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hillsong'/><title type='text'>At The Cross</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--VxjvkkwMs4/ThqeGFsp19I/AAAAAAAAEeM/OrLlftO8cRE/s1600/magic4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--VxjvkkwMs4/ThqeGFsp19I/AAAAAAAAEeM/OrLlftO8cRE/s400/magic4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627984511798728658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(84, 85, 89); line-height: 18px; font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;Oh Lord You’ve searched me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;You know my way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;Even when I fail You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;I know You love me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;Your holy presence &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;Surrounding me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;In every season &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;I know You love me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;I know You love me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;At the cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt; I bow my knee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;Where Your blood was shed for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;There’s no greater love than this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;You have overcome the grave &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;Your glory fills the highest place &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;What can separate me now... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-323477351806280739?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/323477351806280739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=323477351806280739' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/323477351806280739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/323477351806280739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/07/at-cross.html' title='At The Cross'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--VxjvkkwMs4/ThqeGFsp19I/AAAAAAAAEeM/OrLlftO8cRE/s72-c/magic4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-621649782334922322</id><published>2011-07-07T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T11:03:59.879-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Another Starbucks Story...'/><title type='text'>A Cup of Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WfFUu5BKT5A/ThXv70b6h_I/AAAAAAAAEeE/B5kd9FYYOR0/s1600/IMG_9157_2.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WfFUu5BKT5A/ThXv70b6h_I/AAAAAAAAEeE/B5kd9FYYOR0/s400/IMG_9157_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626667120436348914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was sitting quietly at a table inside Starbucks. An old lady, with worry engraved on her face, sat down on the leather chair right next to my table.  She pulled out a letter then started crying. I couldn't help but notice. I tried so hard to ignore her, but my heart was heavily being prompted by the Holy Spirit to talk to her. I left my table and asked her if she was okay. At that very moment, a stranger let me into her life. She started sharing all her pains, fears, and sorrows. My heart was so overwhelmed. She was hungry, sick, beaten, homeless, and fears that someone will find and harm her.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just sat and listened to this poor lady.  I offered to buy her some food and a drink. She said that she was too depressed to eat. She hasn't eaten in two days. I still bought her a pastry, a banana, and a venti cup of water. She was thankful for my kindness. I sat down with her again and listened to her pains. I asked her if I could pray for her. It was the only I could do at that moment. She said that she would appreciate my prayers. Still overwhelmed with tears rolling down her cheeks, she walked away saying..."There will be one less person on this earth soon." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never saw her after that. I sat back at my table lifeless and helpless. There were other people around me and they did not once offer her any help. A man next to me turned around and kindly said, "That was very nice of you."  I couldn't say a word to him. Deep down inside, I felt like I didn't do enough for that lady. I didn't realize how much pain others were going through compared to my life. I sat there thankful for my life, but at the same time, saddened that I couldn't do more for that lady. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I prayed to God that He would allow that "cup of water" to sustain her that day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-621649782334922322?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/621649782334922322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=621649782334922322' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/621649782334922322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/621649782334922322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/07/cup-of-water.html' title='A Cup of Water'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WfFUu5BKT5A/ThXv70b6h_I/AAAAAAAAEeE/B5kd9FYYOR0/s72-c/IMG_9157_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-4442731543474777685</id><published>2011-07-01T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T22:45:38.857-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharks Cove'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oahu.'/><title type='text'>The Wave Walker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rI1J7UEGT98/Tg3pF0D1ZXI/AAAAAAAAEd0/Iy60Fnt0npY/s400/ns8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624407795738961266" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Isaiah+43:2&amp;amp;version=31" style="color: rgb(178, 70, 45); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;Isaiah 43:2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CDsPYesjN_M/Tg3pnNDX7FI/AAAAAAAAEd8/Qj-5mtbZhPA/s400/ns12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624408369383599186" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Not only will God protect and save us when we're drowning in the overwhelming sea of trials... But He will also enable us to "WALK ON WATER". He can accomplish the impossible if we put our faith and trust in Him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Before I took this picture of the surfer in Hawaii, I watched him catch so many waves, but failed to ride one successfully. I saw his determination and decided to wait it out so that I may capture at least one successful try. He finally caught a perfect wave and it looked as if he was walking and gliding on the water! No struggles, no worries...He was just enjoying the ride!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We may fail several times before we accomplish our goals. But we have a God who knows our highest potentials. If He never gives up on us, why should we? How much faith would you have in Him if he asked you to walk on water?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew+14:29&amp;amp;version=31" style="color: rgb(178, 70, 45); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;Matthew 14:29&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“Come,” he said. Then Peter got down out of the boat,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;walked on the water and came toward Jesus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-4442731543474777685?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/4442731543474777685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=4442731543474777685' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/4442731543474777685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/4442731543474777685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/07/wave-walker.html' title='The Wave Walker'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rI1J7UEGT98/Tg3pF0D1ZXI/AAAAAAAAEd0/Iy60Fnt0npY/s72-c/ns8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-5612783733924608072</id><published>2011-06-24T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T23:34:26.439-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ROCKS'/><title type='text'>If Rocks Could Speak...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rOzoDjR2I3k/TgWA-UEGrpI/AAAAAAAAEds/VEKW-czbdKQ/s1600/rocks1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rOzoDjR2I3k/TgWA-UEGrpI/AAAAAAAAEds/VEKW-czbdKQ/s400/rocks1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622041517868101266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THOUGH THERE MAY BE MILLIONS...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5qp-xOll3hU/TgWA-GzVrTI/AAAAAAAAEdk/qurGxGnl10I/s1600/rocks2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5qp-xOll3hU/TgWA-GzVrTI/AAAAAAAAEdk/qurGxGnl10I/s400/rocks2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622041514308119858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THERE IS ONLY ONE YOU...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y5jTMvkHkOc/TgWAwc7xu6I/AAAAAAAAEdc/OoBweqkHFwA/s1600/rocks3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y5jTMvkHkOc/TgWAwc7xu6I/AAAAAAAAEdc/OoBweqkHFwA/s400/rocks3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622041279730924450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...AND YOU WERE MADE WITH LOVE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-5612783733924608072?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/5612783733924608072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=5612783733924608072' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/5612783733924608072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/5612783733924608072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/06/if-rocks-could-speak.html' title='If Rocks Could Speak...'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rOzoDjR2I3k/TgWA-UEGrpI/AAAAAAAAEds/VEKW-czbdKQ/s72-c/rocks1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-869209776539094919</id><published>2011-06-16T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T22:57:35.256-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Auntie Del&apos;s Town'/><title type='text'>Stop and Smell the Flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v16qPMg34k8/TfrqThUN1TI/AAAAAAAAEdU/c30vxxWrnv8/s1600/IMG_3625.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v16qPMg34k8/TfrqThUN1TI/AAAAAAAAEdU/c30vxxWrnv8/s400/IMG_3625.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619061106179691826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A sign  in front of my Aunt's house truly caught my attention..&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I realized how busy I have become that I haven't had anytime to appreciate the little things in life. So many lives and things have gone unnoticed. I was saddened by this. I haven't made time to just simply "stop and smell the flowers".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UYcBkTOoQF4/TfrqGSgErWI/AAAAAAAAEdM/FB-w2EDYjUQ/s1600/IMG_3627.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UYcBkTOoQF4/TfrqGSgErWI/AAAAAAAAEdM/FB-w2EDYjUQ/s400/IMG_3627.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619060878864592226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For some of us, "to stop" is unproductive. But we have to in order to be productive. A time to just sit and reflect can bring a sense of thankfulness. A time to drink coffee and chat with a friend can bring great fulfillment in a relationship. For me, a time to walk around a lovely peaceful neighborhood and take photographs of the flowers that adorned a neighbor's front entrance brought peace and beauty to my tired soul. It was a good day to stop... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-869209776539094919?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/869209776539094919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=869209776539094919' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/869209776539094919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/869209776539094919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/06/stop-and-smell-flowers.html' title='Stop and Smell the Flowers'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v16qPMg34k8/TfrqThUN1TI/AAAAAAAAEdU/c30vxxWrnv8/s72-c/IMG_3625.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-70570256018125032</id><published>2011-06-06T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T10:27:27.098-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kahuku Fruit Stand'/><title type='text'>The Coconut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lo3S8PvoXts/Te0Ix43RmfI/AAAAAAAAEc8/Y4Xwc00enaA/s400/fruit1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615153963571714546" /&gt;The simple pleasures on a tropical island are usually those gifts that grow freely and abundantly. To experience a nice ice cold coconut drink straight from the coconut itself is such a refreshing delight!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G0Toak3gMvc/Te0KSFWgSnI/AAAAAAAAEdE/xBzE3wkWzjI/s320/Koolauloa-20110401-05271.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615155616191367794" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But before you get to enjoy what awaits inside, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the coconut has to be cracked and cut open. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-22yMwMTtZKY/Te0IqdGqpmI/AAAAAAAAEc0/SWMoSvSCIQU/s1600/fruit6.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes we all need to be cracked and cut open for the best to come out of us. Pain enters our lives not to burden us, but to bring out the best in us. Our hard exterior shell is no good to anyone. Our love ones cannot enjoy the best part of us. Let humility and love flow out of our hearts. God has a way of turning everything around for the good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So let our lives be a refreshing drink&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; to those who are thirsty for love and compassion.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-22yMwMTtZKY/Te0IqdGqpmI/AAAAAAAAEc0/SWMoSvSCIQU/s1600/fruit6.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 400px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-22yMwMTtZKY/Te0IqdGqpmI/AAAAAAAAEc0/SWMoSvSCIQU/s400/fruit6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615153835860993634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-70570256018125032?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/70570256018125032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=70570256018125032' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/70570256018125032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/70570256018125032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/06/coconut.html' title='The Coconut'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lo3S8PvoXts/Te0Ix43RmfI/AAAAAAAAEc8/Y4Xwc00enaA/s72-c/fruit1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-4576215430480286712</id><published>2011-06-02T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T23:19:59.648-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NC Sunrise'/><title type='text'>Healing in His Wings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0hfw6ZCGv4Q/Teh727829KI/AAAAAAAAEcs/faw6eRSTQ_U/s1600/sunrise.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0hfw6ZCGv4Q/Teh727829KI/AAAAAAAAEcs/faw6eRSTQ_U/s400/sunrise.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613873119253427362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was exactly what I needed to encourage my heart today. I went to the ER, because I cut my finger so deeply with a sharp knife. It wouldn't stop bleeding for nearly 3 hours until the doctors glued and taped up my poor finger. It was a painful and long day for me. But I am looking forward to the sunrise tomorrow and know that God will heal my finger. How fitting that a bird appeared with its wings wide open... "With healing in His wings..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-4576215430480286712?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/4576215430480286712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=4576215430480286712' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/4576215430480286712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/4576215430480286712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/06/healing-in-his-wings.html' title='Healing in His Wings...'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0hfw6ZCGv4Q/Teh727829KI/AAAAAAAAEcs/faw6eRSTQ_U/s72-c/sunrise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-4154793074249112171</id><published>2011-05-31T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T09:32:14.683-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Antica Napa Valley'/><title type='text'>A Broken Heart, A Patient Heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VzcvqmDH4Q4/TeUVWo7w5sI/AAAAAAAAEcg/0HE6qP0KKgQ/s1600/IMG_2462.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VzcvqmDH4Q4/TeUVWo7w5sI/AAAAAAAAEcg/0HE6qP0KKgQ/s400/IMG_2462.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612915989276583618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love it when I can visually see God's love from up above! But this time, the heart cloud appeared to resemble a broken heart. I know many times I break God's heart by loving others and things more than I love him. When my human ways gets the best of me, I know God's heart is breaking. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet...he continues to love. He continues to be patient. He faithfully waits for us to come back to him. Will today be that day that we run back into his arms? Will today be the day we mend his broken heart?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=2%20Peter+3:9&amp;amp;version=NIV" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 51); "&gt;2 Peter 3:9&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Lord is not slow in keeping his promise, as some understand slowness. Instead he is patient with you, not wanting anyone to perish, but everyone to come to repentance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-4154793074249112171?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/4154793074249112171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=4154793074249112171' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/4154793074249112171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/4154793074249112171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/05/broken-heart.html' title='A Broken Heart, A Patient Heart.'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VzcvqmDH4Q4/TeUVWo7w5sI/AAAAAAAAEcg/0HE6qP0KKgQ/s72-c/IMG_2462.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-5768465860690474237</id><published>2011-05-25T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T11:08:05.376-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luther Vandross'/><title type='text'>Home Is Where Your Heart Is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jLqLtFzx8BE/Tdy6fNhQhWI/AAAAAAAAEcY/dBHVKW4pl6w/s1600/IMG_2125.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jLqLtFzx8BE/Tdy6fNhQhWI/AAAAAAAAEcY/dBHVKW4pl6w/s400/IMG_2125.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610564281164662114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A chair is still a chair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even when there's no one sittin' there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But a chair is not a house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And a house is not a home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When there's no one there to hold you tight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And no one there you can kiss goodnight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This old song from Luther Vandross always had a sad overtone to it...but I have always loved this song. A house does not make a home. A "family" makes a home. But sometimes one can define a home as a place they have loved. I believe whether it's a place or a person, whenever your heart falls in love, a special place of belonging happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But our eternal home will be Heaven someday. I know I have a mansion and a Heavenly Father who can't wait to have me finally home with him. Do you have this same Heavenly Home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-5768465860690474237?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/5768465860690474237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=5768465860690474237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/5768465860690474237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/5768465860690474237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/05/home-is-where-your-heart-is.html' title='Home Is Where Your Heart Is...'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jLqLtFzx8BE/Tdy6fNhQhWI/AAAAAAAAEcY/dBHVKW4pl6w/s72-c/IMG_2125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-4294342719343139518</id><published>2011-05-15T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T22:47:23.173-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><title type='text'>Irene</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zlZyRVrUwN4/TdC29qGlu8I/AAAAAAAAEcQ/zRhU5H29FG0/s1600/irene1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zlZyRVrUwN4/TdC29qGlu8I/AAAAAAAAEcQ/zRhU5H29FG0/s400/irene1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607182706466470850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My friend, Irene, is more like a sister to me. She always finds a way to make me laugh with the silliest things she does. She's one friend that will be hard to say good-bye to. How do you say good-bye to family? One simply doesn't. Soon, Irene and her family will move back to San Diego.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LVUn66gHs2s/TdC22MJ4aFI/AAAAAAAAEcI/u63qrJh7XoU/s1600/irene2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LVUn66gHs2s/TdC22MJ4aFI/AAAAAAAAEcI/u63qrJh7XoU/s400/irene2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607182578168129618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wanted to make the most of the time while she is still here with me. There's no better way to savor precious moments with a special friend but to have a cup of tea and delicious bites in a beautiful tea room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nqgd1nO4w-o/TdC2sTut9OI/AAAAAAAAEcA/A2rtdWjcQsE/s1600/irene3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 325px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nqgd1nO4w-o/TdC2sTut9OI/AAAAAAAAEcA/A2rtdWjcQsE/s400/irene3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607182408402990306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Irene will be having her second baby this coming July. It was a much needed time for all of us to celebrate with her upon the arrival of her precious gift from God. I will cherish these times with her for I know they will be few. Irene is a precious gift from God to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-4294342719343139518?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/4294342719343139518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=4294342719343139518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/4294342719343139518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/4294342719343139518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/05/irene.html' title='Irene'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zlZyRVrUwN4/TdC29qGlu8I/AAAAAAAAEcQ/zRhU5H29FG0/s72-c/irene1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-6286940011848385317</id><published>2011-05-14T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T10:34:20.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iN26TwLb_YI/Tc67i9-5NGI/AAAAAAAAEbw/j85b5f8Lnp4/s1600/cuz3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iN26TwLb_YI/Tc67i9-5NGI/AAAAAAAAEbw/j85b5f8Lnp4/s400/cuz3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606624795551151202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My cousin, Marie&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I love her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LDSEOg0a6Hs/Tc67YF_REZI/AAAAAAAAEbo/pG0a26wmMyA/s1600/cuz1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LDSEOg0a6Hs/Tc67YF_REZI/AAAAAAAAEbo/pG0a26wmMyA/s400/cuz1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606624608721637778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She has been one of the biggest reasons why I smile each day! We haven't seen each other in 12 years. She came to visit me in April and it was such a blessing to finally catch up in person. WE are so similar in so many ways. I thank God for her loving and simple spirit.  It's just nice to know that I have someone in the family that is also my best friend.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;God knows who to put in our lives.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;He always does things so thoughtfully.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-6286940011848385317?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/6286940011848385317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=6286940011848385317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/6286940011848385317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/6286940011848385317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/05/marie.html' title='Marie'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iN26TwLb_YI/Tc67i9-5NGI/AAAAAAAAEbw/j85b5f8Lnp4/s72-c/cuz3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-8694606272996567897</id><published>2011-05-08T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T23:57:51.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zZlPqFyjHTo/TceOG0HNjNI/AAAAAAAAEbY/C_IIvYPClxk/s1600/cuz6.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zZlPqFyjHTo/TceOG0HNjNI/AAAAAAAAEbY/C_IIvYPClxk/s400/cuz6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604604509005122770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's been almost a whole month since I last blogged! This is so unlike myself. Funny how my last post was entitled "Time Flies"! It sure did this past month. There has been many fantastic things that have caused me to smile! In the next blogs to come, I will be glad to share what has been occupying my time. Even when I found myself alone, a smile would appear upon my face for the mere fact that God surrounds me with His beauty each and every day. In reality, I'm never alone when I have His presence shadowing every step I take and every course I run. What made you smile today?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Smiling keeps me occupied when I'm alone." &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-Lani&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-8694606272996567897?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/8694606272996567897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=8694606272996567897' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/8694606272996567897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/8694606272996567897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/05/smiling.html' title='Smiling'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zZlPqFyjHTo/TceOG0HNjNI/AAAAAAAAEbY/C_IIvYPClxk/s72-c/cuz6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-4294579182147062951</id><published>2011-04-28T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T23:58:19.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Flies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_25GayUkKC0/Tbmv6v_fZ5I/AAAAAAAAEbQ/DtlvcxClQY0/s1600/orsay.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_25GayUkKC0/Tbmv6v_fZ5I/AAAAAAAAEbQ/DtlvcxClQY0/s400/orsay.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600701035461961618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Be thankful to have spent some time in the past enjoying a dream come true...&lt;div&gt;The only thing that saddens the heart is waking up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember the very things that made you smile and tugged at your heart...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For time flies so fast and it cannot be returned. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Write about it, talk about it, and take a picture of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please keep the memories alive by sharing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh...I'm just trying to stay close to a huge part of me so that I may never forget the pieces that God used to make me who I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-4294579182147062951?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/4294579182147062951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=4294579182147062951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/4294579182147062951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/4294579182147062951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/04/time-flies.html' title='Time Flies...'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_25GayUkKC0/Tbmv6v_fZ5I/AAAAAAAAEbQ/DtlvcxClQY0/s72-c/orsay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-398987754493844852</id><published>2011-04-25T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T17:03:44.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pocket Full of You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5OF-mjenUmA/TbYK8vb6ENI/AAAAAAAAEbI/3Fyc8J3eL_k/s1600/pocket.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5OF-mjenUmA/TbYK8vb6ENI/AAAAAAAAEbI/3Fyc8J3eL_k/s400/pocket.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599675225323737298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's not what you have...It's WHO you love that makes all the difference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-398987754493844852?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/398987754493844852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=398987754493844852' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/398987754493844852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/398987754493844852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/04/pocket-full-of-you.html' title='Pocket Full of You'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5OF-mjenUmA/TbYK8vb6ENI/AAAAAAAAEbI/3Fyc8J3eL_k/s72-c/pocket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-7860972948989637700</id><published>2011-04-24T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T00:18:21.872-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Easter...He is Risen'/><title type='text'>Heaven, Lani, Sky...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-35vlW49R5Bg/TbPNyPw2EwI/AAAAAAAAEbA/HrIuqBbE3WM/s1600/skyhole.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-35vlW49R5Bg/TbPNyPw2EwI/AAAAAAAAEbA/HrIuqBbE3WM/s400/skyhole.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599045024860214018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Acts+1:11&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Acts 1:11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“Men of Galilee,” they said, “why do you stand here looking into the sky? This same Jesus, who has been taken from you into heaven, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; in the same way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;you have seen him go into heaven.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-7860972948989637700?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/7860972948989637700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=7860972948989637700' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/7860972948989637700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/7860972948989637700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/04/heaven-lani-sky.html' title='Heaven, Lani, Sky...'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-35vlW49R5Bg/TbPNyPw2EwI/AAAAAAAAEbA/HrIuqBbE3WM/s72-c/skyhole.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-6632076715532672266</id><published>2011-04-22T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T11:10:20.563-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Friday'/><title type='text'>Come To Me And I Will Give You Rest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BT9QvMTBnSQ/TbE26Iv-tEI/AAAAAAAAEaw/J0xOPTRe-z4/s1600/IMG_0555.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BT9QvMTBnSQ/TbE26Iv-tEI/AAAAAAAAEaw/J0xOPTRe-z4/s400/IMG_0555.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598316184207275074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(0, 19, 32); line-height: 21px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Then Jesus said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;"Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;and I will give you rest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Matthew 11:28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nceQvCtmW2E/TbE2ShAx6wI/AAAAAAAAEag/YuNGzcYwZjg/s1600/24730_1333567232755_1638297815_824154_2564709_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nceQvCtmW2E/TbE2ShAx6wI/AAAAAAAAEag/YuNGzcYwZjg/s400/24730_1333567232755_1638297815_824154_2564709_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598315503525423874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lord Jesus, I come just as I am...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sinful, broken, and weary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;The reason why Jesus can truly give rest to those who are weary and carrying heavy burdens is because he himself experience true rest after he had to carry the weight of the cross (our sins) upon his shoulders. Lay your burdens at the foot of the cross. Experience the weightlessness. Experience rest in the arms of Christ. His arms were spread wide open just for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-6632076715532672266?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/6632076715532672266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=6632076715532672266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/6632076715532672266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/6632076715532672266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/04/come-to-cross.html' title='Come To Me And I Will Give You Rest'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BT9QvMTBnSQ/TbE26Iv-tEI/AAAAAAAAEaw/J0xOPTRe-z4/s72-c/IMG_0555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-1107810752146389014</id><published>2011-04-20T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T09:58:22.808-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lanikai'/><title type='text'>Worship Service on a Boat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oGq8YZeSbiM/Ta_O5y--N7I/AAAAAAAAEaI/MduqssvMJxU/s1600/lanikai9.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oGq8YZeSbiM/Ta_O5y--N7I/AAAAAAAAEaI/MduqssvMJxU/s400/lanikai9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597920354178578354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Matthew 14:29-33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Come", he said. Then Peter got down out of the boat, walked on the water and came toward Jesus. But when he saw the wind, he was afraid and, beginning to sink, cried out, “Lord, save me!” Immediately Jesus reached out his hand and caught him. &lt;span class="woj"&gt;“You of little faith,”&lt;/span&gt; he said, &lt;span class="woj"&gt;“why did you doubt?” &lt;/span&gt;And when they climbed into the boat, the wind died down. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Then those who were in the boat worshiped him, saying, “Truly you are the Son of God.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Sometimes it takes a "good soak" to strengthen our faith. But Jesus is always ready to pull us back up again. The winds will die down and the waves will be still. (At Jesus' command) And when all is said and done, we will be able to worship with an obedient and trusting heart. We will truly see HIM as the Son of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-1107810752146389014?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/1107810752146389014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=1107810752146389014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/1107810752146389014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/1107810752146389014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/04/worship-service-on-boat.html' title='Worship Service on a Boat...'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oGq8YZeSbiM/Ta_O5y--N7I/AAAAAAAAEaI/MduqssvMJxU/s72-c/lanikai9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-5356919793707534113</id><published>2011-04-14T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T22:51:33.890-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kaneohe'/><title type='text'>Painted Mountains of Kaneohe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jwgOvxQaHtE/TavHs09y3OI/AAAAAAAAEaA/8Oc-VRMTyx8/s1600/Kaneohe1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 228px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jwgOvxQaHtE/TavHs09y3OI/AAAAAAAAEaA/8Oc-VRMTyx8/s400/Kaneohe1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596786534883974370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kaneohe, a beautiful mountain side community, was my Paradise home during spring break. What I loved most about this place were the painted mountains that surround our loving hosts' home. One second, they appear lush green. But as soon as the sun rises...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vtiH_4EfQ_w/TavHkY8s8dI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/VM5WYl7h6v4/s1600/K1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vtiH_4EfQ_w/TavHkY8s8dI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/VM5WYl7h6v4/s400/K1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596786389924245970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...These majestic mountains turn golden yellow as the morning sun paints on its walls! They are ever changing colors according to the moods of the skies above. It feels as if God changes His work of art on His wall everyday! It's simply breath-taking to wake up to something different every morning!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2e1LHXoUtXs/TavHavI_9vI/AAAAAAAAEZw/DHqFtq-s3cY/s1600/K2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2e1LHXoUtXs/TavHavI_9vI/AAAAAAAAEZw/DHqFtq-s3cY/s400/K2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596786224082712306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Kaneohe (meaning "Bamboo Husband") area was once the home of the island's early kings. It's no wonder they settled within these beautiful mountains! When you look at their greatness, you will feel rather insignificant in comparison to them. It is almost as if you are looking up to God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P8zQumD10fg/TavHTEF6LhI/AAAAAAAAEZo/vrrJOqLPDKs/s1600/K3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P8zQumD10fg/TavHTEF6LhI/AAAAAAAAEZo/vrrJOqLPDKs/s400/K3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596786092267941394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the far distance, clouds hover over the high mountain tops, giving them a dark appearance. Such a harsh contrast to its neighboring hills that shine like gold in the morning sun! Upon seeing these, the birds bellow out their praises to God as the sun rises over the horizon! Their songs were my morning wake calls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KV7uEuAjpx4/TavHKbcCB_I/AAAAAAAAEZg/cc5A5D6RMJY/s1600/K4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KV7uEuAjpx4/TavHKbcCB_I/AAAAAAAAEZg/cc5A5D6RMJY/s400/K4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596785943915923442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My memories of Kaneohe are the pictures I see before I open my eyes every morning. Even though I am back in California, my heart was left there on the lanai. It's no wonder that I still feel like I am there. I must go back to retrieve my heart. But if I do, I may never return here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I miss my painted mountains of Kaneohe. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-5356919793707534113?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/5356919793707534113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=5356919793707534113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/5356919793707534113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/5356919793707534113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/04/painted-mountains-of-kaneohe.html' title='Painted Mountains of Kaneohe'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jwgOvxQaHtE/TavHs09y3OI/AAAAAAAAEaA/8Oc-VRMTyx8/s72-c/Kaneohe1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-2755681691049458955</id><published>2011-04-09T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T23:52:50.983-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Finish Well'/><title type='text'>Run For God and Finish Well!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SaG79ekwQys/TaFKyqAHkdI/AAAAAAAAEZI/uyk1LLuh4Gw/s1600/IMG_0511.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SaG79ekwQys/TaFKyqAHkdI/AAAAAAAAEZI/uyk1LLuh4Gw/s400/IMG_0511.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593834446299566546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;I ran my first 5K today!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Run For Good 5K&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#519&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IEpbPb9XqcU/TaFKnOqJOWI/AAAAAAAAEZA/98mV3bC9avk/s1600/IMG_0512.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IEpbPb9XqcU/TaFKnOqJOWI/AAAAAAAAEZA/98mV3bC9avk/s400/IMG_0512.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593834249981081954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Along with my faithful running partners, Jade and Liane, we ran for a great cause to help support the youth centers in Fairfield. We wanted to keep Matt Garcia's dream alive to help the youths within our community. Matt Garcia was the youngest councilman in Solano County, who was randomly murdered and robbed several years ago. Just knowing why we were running made all the difference to really want to finish the race. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OUXNUZ4eqMQ/TaFKUzonRyI/AAAAAAAAEY4/ornLi_2D-QE/s1600/IMG_0519.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OUXNUZ4eqMQ/TaFKUzonRyI/AAAAAAAAEY4/ornLi_2D-QE/s400/IMG_0519.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593833933489260322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As hard as it was to finish the race, it was well worth the pain! My legs felt like they were going to give out at the 2 mile point! Faithful motivator staffs were cheering us on at the sidelines. That really encouraged me and gave me an extra push. Right when I saw the finish line as I turned the last corner of the trail, I was super excited! My time was 37:08. I didn't come in first, but I came in to finish!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's run reminded me of life's race. We may all start off well and fast, but sometimes things happen along the course and sets us back. Heavy burdens and unexpected trials can really slow us down, stop us at our tracks, and discourage us from attaining the goals that God has set for us. But He gives strength to the weary and provides "motivational staffs" through our brothers and sisters in Christ to help us persevere. Push, focus, and RUN towards your heavenly calling in Christ Jesus! He is running the race with you. We run in this life to be a testimony for Christ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Acts+20:24&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Acts 20:24&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;However, I consider my life worth nothing to me; my only aim is to finish the race and complete the task the Lord Jesus has given me—the task of testifying to the good news of God’s grace.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-2755681691049458955?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/2755681691049458955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=2755681691049458955' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/2755681691049458955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/2755681691049458955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/04/run-for-good-5k.html' title='Run For God and Finish Well!'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SaG79ekwQys/TaFKyqAHkdI/AAAAAAAAEZI/uyk1LLuh4Gw/s72-c/IMG_0511.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-5354584387093982637</id><published>2011-04-05T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T01:31:37.899-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hawaii 2011'/><title type='text'>Lanikai Memories...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XTW9tDbltpw/TZrTMJm3iBI/AAAAAAAAEYw/PksIa1STCK8/s1600/lanikai1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XTW9tDbltpw/TZrTMJm3iBI/AAAAAAAAEYw/PksIa1STCK8/s400/lanikai1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592014093024725010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Captivated by the wonders of our Creator...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_tMASqnYwWA/TZrNwE7xD0I/AAAAAAAAEYo/tBL3QIN4HNk/s1600/lanikai.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_tMASqnYwWA/TZrNwE7xD0I/AAAAAAAAEYo/tBL3QIN4HNk/s400/lanikai.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592008113175727938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;So excited to finally be in PARADISE together!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UdKQEy9ImgE/TZrNezZjGNI/AAAAAAAAEYg/mKVf_95ziWY/s1600/lanikai2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UdKQEy9ImgE/TZrNezZjGNI/AAAAAAAAEYg/mKVf_95ziWY/s400/lanikai2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592007816411027666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nothing can compare to the memories we made together on Lanikai Beach! Lanikai, meaning "Heavenly Ocean", is one place where it lives up to its name. It was like heaven on earth! To have spent this moment with our amazing friends was a dream come true. God is truly an amazing Creator! Until the next time again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ALOHA!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-5354584387093982637?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/5354584387093982637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=5354584387093982637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/5354584387093982637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/5354584387093982637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/04/lanikai-memories.html' title='Lanikai Memories...'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XTW9tDbltpw/TZrTMJm3iBI/AAAAAAAAEYw/PksIa1STCK8/s72-c/lanikai1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-7420987189515616089</id><published>2011-03-25T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T17:29:46.923-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Used Books'/><title type='text'>The Book of Blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h0XHs1HRuPc/TY0vWfCNE_I/AAAAAAAAEYY/rkgA43Lljqo/s1600/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h0XHs1HRuPc/TY0vWfCNE_I/AAAAAAAAEYY/rkgA43Lljqo/s400/book.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588174775971025906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;If my life was a book, I would love for it to be entitled, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;"The Book of Blessings."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;What would others read on the pages of my life? What would they get out of my life as soon as they put me down on their coffee table? By reading the first couple of pages, would they find it quite disturbing and discouraging? Or would they be blessed? It may be a bit too late to erase the numerous chapters of mistakes. But I know that God isn't finished with my life book. I know in Him, I am promised a happy and blessed ending. I want to be a book that others cannot put down. I want to be a "best seller" that points others to Christ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; display: inline !important; "&gt;"The Book of Blessings."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;So, what title would you give your life?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-7420987189515616089?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/7420987189515616089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=7420987189515616089' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/7420987189515616089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/7420987189515616089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/03/book-of-blessings.html' title='The Book of Blessings'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h0XHs1HRuPc/TY0vWfCNE_I/AAAAAAAAEYY/rkgA43Lljqo/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-2943922640848445873</id><published>2011-03-24T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T12:57:06.658-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='butterfly'/><title type='text'>Fresh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3UyYpcw3Low/TYr6FZdEliI/AAAAAAAAEYQ/tPn3cxd8wwI/s1600/butterfly1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3UyYpcw3Low/TYr6FZdEliI/AAAAAAAAEYQ/tPn3cxd8wwI/s400/butterfly1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587553258345633314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, may we see you fresh and beautiful every morning. In every morning, let us see that it's a new start with you. Let yesterday be the past, and today a fresh beginning. "Your mercies are new every morning..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 14px; font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-2943922640848445873?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/2943922640848445873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=2943922640848445873' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/2943922640848445873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/2943922640848445873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/03/fresh.html' title='Fresh'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3UyYpcw3Low/TYr6FZdEliI/AAAAAAAAEYQ/tPn3cxd8wwI/s72-c/butterfly1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-5744380138971384777</id><published>2011-03-18T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T16:27:10.124-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy St. Patrick&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>The Season of Green</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OglR-7fAzqc/TYOvFrdRsbI/AAAAAAAAEYA/pL8Sukued2c/s1600/IMG_8189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OglR-7fAzqc/TYOvFrdRsbI/AAAAAAAAEYA/pL8Sukued2c/s400/IMG_8189.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585500474969272754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The freshness of &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; around me seems to add an extra touch of sweetness with every breath I take. Life just seems like it can only get better. New life grows from beneath the earth after a long slumber. The sound of rain ushers in the rebirth of growth.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RnWRIdlaaSw/TYOuChstIJI/AAAAAAAAEX4/JYUTWXRre6I/s1600/IMG_7321%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RnWRIdlaaSw/TYOuChstIJI/AAAAAAAAEX4/JYUTWXRre6I/s400/IMG_7321%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585499321298395282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes the presence of "rain" is not welcomed. We are not as hospitable to the "rainy season" in our lives because we know they bring pain. Without the rain, there can be no growth. Without the pain, there can be no gain. But look at the beautiful results when the rain pours down upon the earth! See how beautiful the growth can become after a season of changes and pain. It's only for a season... The sun will soon shine down upon us. Please do not be afraid to get wet. God promises a rainbow at the end...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-5744380138971384777?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/5744380138971384777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=5744380138971384777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/5744380138971384777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/5744380138971384777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/03/season-of-green.html' title='The Season of Green'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OglR-7fAzqc/TYOvFrdRsbI/AAAAAAAAEYA/pL8Sukued2c/s72-c/IMG_8189.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-766500064365639040</id><published>2011-03-15T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T19:09:47.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Face It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSqo3gwPaHc/TYAXxfXeGfI/AAAAAAAAEXw/J_vj4k12mcw/s1600/Face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 346px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSqo3gwPaHc/TYAXxfXeGfI/AAAAAAAAEXw/J_vj4k12mcw/s400/Face.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584489676940384754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I started a new page on Facebook called "Face Of The Day". It allows friends to post their images of pictures that may resemble a face out of ordinary things in life. It's been quite humorous trading faces with friends on our phones! Now we have a wall where we can share these faces to brighten up any sad face. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whenever my spirit is down, I can always run to God's word and be reminded that He loves me unconditionally. I wear so many faces throughout each day. I'm just built with an internal "emo" box! But whenever I'm reminded that God's love surrounds me, I have only one face that my heart wears...A HUGE SMILEY FACE. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have a Facebook account, please "LIKE" &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Face-Of-The-Day/199770503380579"&gt;Face Of The Day!&lt;/a&gt; ...And begin sharing your faces!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-766500064365639040?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/766500064365639040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=766500064365639040' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/766500064365639040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/766500064365639040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/03/face-it.html' title='Face It'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSqo3gwPaHc/TYAXxfXeGfI/AAAAAAAAEXw/J_vj4k12mcw/s72-c/Face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-7128514598036131049</id><published>2011-03-13T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T18:59:00.994-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hawaii Bound'/><title type='text'>I'm Just Sayin...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GoCmvXry3uE/TX1yy_PyZkI/AAAAAAAAEXA/4OiHzk4wfqM/s1600/hawaii16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GoCmvXry3uE/TX1yy_PyZkI/AAAAAAAAEXA/4OiHzk4wfqM/s400/hawaii16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583745333305960002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's been almost 15 years since I was last in Hawaii! So you can just imagine how super excited I am! I just want to thank God for all the marvelous ways he continues to shower us even though we are so undeserving! We found really great airfare prices and we will be hosted by a loving family on Oahu! It can't get better than this! So, with no intentions of making anyone jealous...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;16 more days and I will be back in Paradise!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm just sayin...!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-7128514598036131049?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/7128514598036131049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=7128514598036131049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/7128514598036131049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/7128514598036131049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-just-sayin.html' title='I&apos;m Just Sayin...!'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GoCmvXry3uE/TX1yy_PyZkI/AAAAAAAAEXA/4OiHzk4wfqM/s72-c/hawaii16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-7972582411384651723</id><published>2011-03-12T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T10:17:56.438-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dr. Lem Usita'/><title type='text'>Three Kinds of Hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iVJ19wPIKYg/TXu1Nn5AuII/AAAAAAAAEW4/U6ZayVsu-Ek/s1600/hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iVJ19wPIKYg/TXu1Nn5AuII/AAAAAAAAEW4/U6ZayVsu-Ek/s400/hands.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583255408706893954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Folded hands say to life&lt;/b&gt; - "Forget it! It's useless! Why try?"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fisted hands say to life&lt;/b&gt; - "I'm too busy! I can't let go! I have to do it!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;One open hand say to life&lt;/b&gt; - "Lord, I receive your peace and tranquility. You are my balance in life. With one hand, I will work diligently. I know the purposes you have set before me. And with the other, I will have full reliance upon your peace. I know your ways are better than mine."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-7972582411384651723?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/7972582411384651723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=7972582411384651723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/7972582411384651723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/7972582411384651723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/03/three-kinds-of-hands.html' title='Three Kinds of Hands'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iVJ19wPIKYg/TXu1Nn5AuII/AAAAAAAAEW4/U6ZayVsu-Ek/s72-c/hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-8405907278292820694</id><published>2011-03-10T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T20:20:51.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Scent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HwZX8MUpbqw/TXmgALRbAkI/AAAAAAAAEWw/t_nle61sklc/s1600/camelia1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HwZX8MUpbqw/TXmgALRbAkI/AAAAAAAAEWw/t_nle61sklc/s400/camelia1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582669137988747842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Perfumes are the feelings of flowers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;~Heinrich Heine, The Hartz Journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZnmLLI4Q2Wc/TXmf4ZhJ9CI/AAAAAAAAEWo/zaTJmhUGNcw/s1600/camelia3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZnmLLI4Q2Wc/TXmf4ZhJ9CI/AAAAAAAAEWo/zaTJmhUGNcw/s400/camelia3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582669004373881890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;To be overcome by the fragrance of flowers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;is a delectable form of defeat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; ~Beverly Nichols&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Henry Beecher once said that "&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Flowers are the sweetest things God ever made, and forgot to put a soul into."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; They fade away as quickly as they bloom. That is why I think God gave them fragrances so that we will always remember them.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-8405907278292820694?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/8405907278292820694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=8405907278292820694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/8405907278292820694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/8405907278292820694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/03/love-scent.html' title='Love Scent'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HwZX8MUpbqw/TXmgALRbAkI/AAAAAAAAEWw/t_nle61sklc/s72-c/camelia1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-1561250841755896390</id><published>2011-03-07T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T21:30:51.580-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='simplicity'/><title type='text'>Bloom Beautifully</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HyI0_9i01-k/TXW5-qMFunI/AAAAAAAAEWQ/ND5a3bKTxqM/s1600/blossoms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HyI0_9i01-k/TXW5-qMFunI/AAAAAAAAEWQ/ND5a3bKTxqM/s400/blossoms.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581571799323622002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;To bloom beautifully out of the rough tells a lot about your character. The inner beauty of your soul creates such a contrast among the turmoil. You have God's love to thank for that. So suffer for a moment. Persevere. Hope. Beautiful things are waiting to happen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Not only so, but we also glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;and character, hope.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Romans 5:3-4&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-1561250841755896390?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/1561250841755896390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=1561250841755896390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/1561250841755896390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/1561250841755896390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/03/bloom-beautifully.html' title='Bloom Beautifully'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HyI0_9i01-k/TXW5-qMFunI/AAAAAAAAEWQ/ND5a3bKTxqM/s72-c/blossoms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-8250736695778576877</id><published>2011-03-04T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T13:08:03.718-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Give us clean hands...'/><title type='text'>Hand Sanitizer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OYy3IYSjr4o/TXFHK7Gz9FI/AAAAAAAAEVw/Dk6hFWCLnts/s1600/hand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OYy3IYSjr4o/TXFHK7Gz9FI/AAAAAAAAEVw/Dk6hFWCLnts/s400/hand.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580319666279281746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=James+4:8&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;&lt;b&gt;James 4:8&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Come near to God and he will come near to you. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wash your hands...and purify your hearts.&lt;/b&gt;.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;After playing in the world's playground long enough, there comes a time when we have to stop and go to the "hand sanitizer". God has been waiting for us to go back home to him. He knows how tired we are from our senseless play. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Give us clean hands...Give us pure hearts."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-8250736695778576877?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/8250736695778576877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=8250736695778576877' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/8250736695778576877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/8250736695778576877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/03/hand-sanitizer.html' title='Hand Sanitizer'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OYy3IYSjr4o/TXFHK7Gz9FI/AAAAAAAAEVw/Dk6hFWCLnts/s72-c/hand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-930318146221949686</id><published>2011-02-27T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T00:26:17.464-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Castanedas'/><title type='text'>Allen and Deborah Castaneda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip2d_d92m1Y/TWoHuln7zpI/AAAAAAAAEVI/YhJYWuMXw9Y/s400/castanedas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578279585406766738" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Happiest Couple on Earth!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;So worth the wait!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;It's been exactly a week ago that these two love birds tied the knot! Allen has been waiting for such a long time for his godly wife to come into his life. Deborah has been waiting all her life for her knight in shining armor to come to her rescue. There's no perfect time other than God's perfect time to finally bring these two lovely people together! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Congratulations Allen and Debs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wSdOaIKOyBo/TWoKb-wA5JI/AAAAAAAAEVQ/DwiC6gamkbU/s200/dance8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578282564268909714" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;"He has made everything beautiful in His time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Eccl. 3:10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-930318146221949686?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/930318146221949686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=930318146221949686' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/930318146221949686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/930318146221949686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/02/allen-and-deborah-castaneda.html' title='Allen and Deborah Castaneda'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip2d_d92m1Y/TWoHuln7zpI/AAAAAAAAEVI/YhJYWuMXw9Y/s72-c/castanedas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-7606870129852777120</id><published>2011-02-19T00:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T01:10:15.347-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lady Bug'/><title type='text'>The Little Things Really Matter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9K_9pi8tCXA/TV-GIY1GyaI/AAAAAAAAEVA/pnLqvezfq5Y/s1600/Lady%2BBug1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9K_9pi8tCXA/TV-GIY1GyaI/AAAAAAAAEVA/pnLqvezfq5Y/s400/Lady%2BBug1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575322342370232738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-veKXfdxd7VQ/TV-GICC7SzI/AAAAAAAAEU4/PwjmZA0Ard8/s1600/ladybug2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-veKXfdxd7VQ/TV-GICC7SzI/AAAAAAAAEU4/PwjmZA0Ard8/s400/ladybug2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575322336254184242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HG5YsMzqcxw/TV-GH6MSSBI/AAAAAAAAEUw/TBdel50aTZk/s1600/ladybug3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HG5YsMzqcxw/TV-GH6MSSBI/AAAAAAAAEUw/TBdel50aTZk/s400/ladybug3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575322334145955858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bKMmswYLB3g/TV-GHuOJ-ZI/AAAAAAAAEUo/JSkVkdvBBMU/s1600/ladybug4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bKMmswYLB3g/TV-GHuOJ-ZI/AAAAAAAAEUo/JSkVkdvBBMU/s400/ladybug4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575322330932574610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I saw a lady bug sitting quite pretty on a leaf. I kindly asked her if I may do a photo shoot.  A little shy at the beginning, but she happily agreed to it! What a "lady" for letting me "bug" her!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so fascinated by the little things of life for they bring out the biggest part of me. As you read the quotes from different individuals on each photograph, I pray that you will be encouraged. Take heart of the little things you are able to accomplish today. One day, you will realize that God was using those small steps as stepping stones for the bigger and higher things in your life. Be faithful and don't lose heart. The little things really do matter to God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-7606870129852777120?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/7606870129852777120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=7606870129852777120' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/7606870129852777120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/7606870129852777120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/02/little-things-really-matter.html' title='The Little Things Really Matter'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9K_9pi8tCXA/TV-GIY1GyaI/AAAAAAAAEVA/pnLqvezfq5Y/s72-c/Lady%2BBug1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-9164705273623684162</id><published>2011-02-14T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T08:49:41.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy  Heart  Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(204, 204, 204); line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; position: relative; font: normal normal normal 18px/normal Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2009/05/lets-go-for-walk-said-god.html" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(228, 255, 0); "&gt;My Heart Transplant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="post-header" style="line-height: 1.6; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;&lt;div class="post-header-line-1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="width: 478px; line-height: 1.4; font-size: 15px; position: relative; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/Shzb4-_XSNI/AAAAAAAABTo/IIDpYPPKWgk/s1600-h/IMG_1504.jpg" style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(211, 255, 0); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/Shzb4-_XSNI/AAAAAAAABTo/IIDpYPPKWgk/s400/IMG_1504.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340385030182488274" border="0" style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; position: relative; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Let's go for a walk.", said God, "and take your camera with you." So He held my hand as He walked with me on the beach. We didn't say much to each other but it just felt good to be in His presence. The still silence was comforting. We saw some seaweed along the way and He asked me if I could shape it into a perfect heart. I tried my very best and it must of taken me several tries before I was satisfied. He asked me if that was the best I could do. He must of asked me several times if I was sure of my heart. So I tried different angles and styles to make Him proud of me. I said, "God...this is the best I could do. This is the best I know how to "love". I know that my love have limitations. Do with it what You desire. I give You my heart." I stood there gazing down at it with all insecurities, not wanting to look up. Then God gently said, "It's beautiful, but it's not finished yet. Now get your camera ready for I don't want you to miss what I am about to show you!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/ShzbwQ-R8PI/AAAAAAAABTg/oEU6A3gKRws/s1600-h/IMG_1507.jpg" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(228, 255, 0); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/ShzbwQ-R8PI/AAAAAAAABTg/oEU6A3gKRws/s320/IMG_1507.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340384880390959346" border="0" style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; position: relative; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heart my be perfect on the outside, but something is missing on the inside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/ShzbmVnq95I/AAAAAAAABTY/nvpGtb7M-fs/s1600-h/IMG_1508.jpg" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(228, 255, 0); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/ShzbmVnq95I/AAAAAAAABTY/nvpGtb7M-fs/s320/IMG_1508.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340384709839615890" border="0" style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; position: relative; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let My Love come in and overflow every part of it. Let Me change the very character (shape) of it and make it conformed to the image of My Son. You will be able to love as I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); "&gt;Ephesians 3:19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/ShzbcJhliFI/AAAAAAAABTQ/x2CmH-u7IKM/s1600-h/IMG_1509.jpg" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(228, 255, 0); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/ShzbcJhliFI/AAAAAAAABTQ/x2CmH-u7IKM/s320/IMG_1509.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340384534794176594" border="0" style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; position: relative; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Open up your heart to My Love and let Me expand every part of it. You will have so much room to be able to love unconditionally and in totality. I will love through you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=59&amp;amp;chapter=3&amp;amp;verse=12&amp;amp;version=31&amp;amp;context=verse" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(228, 255, 0); "&gt;1 Thessalonians 3:12&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the Lord make your &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt; increase and overflow for each other and for everyone else, just as ours does for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/ShzbKMeVRtI/AAAAAAAABTI/SutRGJrE4tM/s1600-h/IMG_1510.jpg" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(228, 255, 0); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/ShzbKMeVRtI/AAAAAAAABTI/SutRGJrE4tM/s320/IMG_1510.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340384226348189394" border="0" style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; position: relative; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;  font-size:19px;"&gt;Now the Heart is Perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have washed away the imperfections and filled it with My righteousness.&lt;br /&gt;I have recovered what was stolen and now stand complete.&lt;br /&gt;I have fixed what was broken.&lt;br /&gt;I have healed what was painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/Shza8wlcaXI/AAAAAAAABTA/NJXD1AVKOLI/s1600-h/IMG_1516.jpg" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(228, 255, 0); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/Shza8wlcaXI/AAAAAAAABTA/NJXD1AVKOLI/s320/IMG_1516.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340383995523524978" border="0" style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; position: relative; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As long as you stand within My Love,&lt;br /&gt;nothing will ever happen to you without my permission.&lt;br /&gt;No waves or storms will ever penetrate the walls of My Love.&lt;br /&gt;I am crazy in love with you! I will always be near.&lt;br /&gt;JUST TRUST ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); "&gt;Romans 8:38-39&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/ShzapeFLpdI/AAAAAAAABS4/gX46Du9vMWA/s1600-h/IMG_1511.jpg" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(228, 255, 0); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/ShzapeFLpdI/AAAAAAAABS4/gX46Du9vMWA/s320/IMG_1511.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340383664138855890" border="0" style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; position: relative; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:19px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Speechless and in tears...I stand in awe of You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:19px;"&gt;Broken and contrite I come to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord I give You my heart&lt;br /&gt;I give You my soul&lt;br /&gt;I live for You alone&lt;br /&gt;Every breath that I take&lt;br /&gt;Every moment I'm awake&lt;br /&gt;Lord have Your way in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-footer" style="line-height: 1.6; margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;&lt;div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-1"&gt;&lt;span class="post-author vcard"&gt;Posted by &lt;span class="fn"&gt;Lan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="post-timestamp"&gt;at &lt;a class="timestamp-link" href="http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2009/05/lets-go-for-walk-said-god.html" rel="bookmark" title="permanent link" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(228, 255, 0); "&gt;&lt;abbr class="published" title="2009-05-26T23:14:00-07:00" style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;11:14 PM&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="reaction-buttons"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="star-ratings"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="post-comment-link" style="padding-left: 1em; "&gt;&lt;a class="comment-link" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;amp;postID=2764849529166631697" style="white-space: nowrap; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TVWdYEnp6zI/AAAAAAAAEUU/OV0vLBsWKdU/s400/IMG_1347.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572533150823344946" /&gt;Just overnight, it seemed like the flowers and blossoms awoke from their slumber to grace our land with colors again. When did Winter leave? When did it wake up from its slumber? Whenever flowers bloom, I feel as if they couldn't wait to explode with laughter of colors and beauty. I can almost here them saying, "Wake up, wake up! We're free at last!"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hhcqN8PLEUM/TVXIpULYVMI/AAAAAAAAEUc/sM_flyFrlsk/s400/IMG_1354.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572580726057489602" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't this how our tired wintery souls would like to express themselves after being dormant with heavy burdens, sadness, and lifelessness? In Christ, you are set free from the bondage of "dormant winter". In Christ, rejoicing comes in the morning. In Christ, you can once again laugh out loud in the faces of adversities. In Christ, you can do all things!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I can do all this through him who gives me strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Philippians 4:13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-4230337323475772707?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/4230337323475772707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=4230337323475772707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/4230337323475772707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/4230337323475772707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/02/slumber-of-winter-awakens.html' title='The Slumber of Winter Awakens'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TVWdYEnp6zI/AAAAAAAAEUU/OV0vLBsWKdU/s72-c/IMG_1347.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-8616493652585911518</id><published>2011-02-02T10:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T12:14:13.144-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty'/><title type='text'>I Just Want to Fly...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TUmpQjKwweI/AAAAAAAAETk/L6WMURClMd4/s1600/plane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TUmpQjKwweI/AAAAAAAAETk/L6WMURClMd4/s400/plane.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569168516003709410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Expensive Way...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TUmpKreoODI/AAAAAAAAETc/-KYoScXGGTg/s1600/bird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TUmpKreoODI/AAAAAAAAETc/-KYoScXGGTg/s400/bird.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569168415155304498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Cheapest Way...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I long to fly somewhere, anywhere to search for one thing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd like to call it BEAUTY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;“Oh, that I had the wings of a dove!&lt;br /&gt;I would fly away and be at rest." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;Psalm 55:6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-8616493652585911518?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/8616493652585911518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=8616493652585911518' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/8616493652585911518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/8616493652585911518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-just-want-to-fly.html' title='I Just Want to Fly...'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TUmpQjKwweI/AAAAAAAAETk/L6WMURClMd4/s72-c/plane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-8639589954564516942</id><published>2011-01-25T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T18:50:50.387-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter Camp Reflections'/><title type='text'>REFLECTIONS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TT9QtnwRN_I/AAAAAAAAETM/yADCUiw5yhE/s1600/reflections2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TT9QtnwRN_I/AAAAAAAAETM/yADCUiw5yhE/s400/reflections2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566256409148995570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The reflections of the trees...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TT9Qkkw8KJI/AAAAAAAAETE/YMHsWmsfM7E/s1600/reflections5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TT9Qkkw8KJI/AAAAAAAAETE/YMHsWmsfM7E/s400/reflections5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566256253727680658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The reflection of the boat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TT9QbnnwB4I/AAAAAAAAES8/JWxDTfC1hYY/s1600/reflections7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TT9QbnnwB4I/AAAAAAAAES8/JWxDTfC1hYY/s400/reflections7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566256099875620738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The reflections of the morning skies...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TT9P8eRyP2I/AAAAAAAAESs/X1-WmiRa5V4/s1600/reflections6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TT9P8eRyP2I/AAAAAAAAESs/X1-WmiRa5V4/s400/reflections6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566255564791627618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The reflections of our souls...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Align Center" border="0" class="gl_align_center" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TT9P0ciOwDI/AAAAAAAAESk/wKjuI3iyJN4/s1600/reflections1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TT9P0ciOwDI/AAAAAAAAESk/wKjuI3iyJN4/s400/reflections1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566255426884780082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They all reflect off the pure clear waters of this beautiful lake. You can see the rocks right through the lake! God is patiently teaching me that if I am to reflect His beauty vividly in my life, my actions, everything I say, think, and do, I will have to be as pure as the waters in these images. It's amazing how the pure fallen snow melts in creating the purity of the lake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TT9Po0CJ-bI/AAAAAAAAESc/xRZumXezfMI/s1600/reflections8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TT9Po0CJ-bI/AAAAAAAAESc/xRZumXezfMI/s400/reflections8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566255227034270130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I pray this will touch your heart and spur you to reflect upon your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Proverbs+27:19&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;Proverbs 27:19&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;As water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;reflect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt; the face, so one’s life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;reflect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt; the heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-8639589954564516942?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/8639589954564516942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=8639589954564516942' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/8639589954564516942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/8639589954564516942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/01/reflections.html' title='REFLECTIONS'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TT9QtnwRN_I/AAAAAAAAETM/yADCUiw5yhE/s72-c/reflections2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-8696403688429992966</id><published>2011-01-22T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T19:33:46.403-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lake Tahoe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zephyr Point'/><title type='text'>God Was In The Mood To Paint...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TTubFaVPRfI/AAAAAAAAESM/asywiEOEpXw/s1600/WC3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TTubFaVPRfI/AAAAAAAAESM/asywiEOEpXw/s400/WC3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565212281816434162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The heavens declare the glory of God;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the skies proclaim the work of his hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Psalm 19:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TTua8fFZ6UI/AAAAAAAAESE/_CEC1r82Uqw/s1600/WC2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TTua8fFZ6UI/AAAAAAAAESE/_CEC1r82Uqw/s400/WC2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565212128473377090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shout for joy, you heavens; rejoice,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;you earth; burst into song, you mountains!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Isaiah 49:13&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TTuaiuAUoRI/AAAAAAAAER8/OLNPwjj7Gvs/s1600/WC1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TTuaiuAUoRI/AAAAAAAAER8/OLNPwjj7Gvs/s400/WC1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565211685801992466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sing for &lt;b&gt;joy&lt;/b&gt;, you heavens, for the LORD has done this;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;shout&lt;/b&gt; aloud, you earth beneath. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Burst into song...you forests and all your &lt;b&gt;trees!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Isaiah 44:23&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-8696403688429992966?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/8696403688429992966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=8696403688429992966' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/8696403688429992966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/8696403688429992966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/01/god-was-in-mood-to-paint.html' title='God Was In The Mood To Paint...'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TTubFaVPRfI/AAAAAAAAESM/asywiEOEpXw/s72-c/WC3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-5464018469507835144</id><published>2011-01-13T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T22:47:15.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lake (Tahoe) House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TS_oz0RZlHI/AAAAAAAAER0/6HBibTO4t9E/s1600/lakehouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TS_oz0RZlHI/AAAAAAAAER0/6HBibTO4t9E/s400/lakehouse.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561920041728447602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Lake House&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I absolutely love the movie "The Lake House". Upon watching it for the first time, I was a bit confused from beginning to end. But it didn't matter. All that I cared about was the happy ending. I loved how two people communicated their friendship and broke the barriers of time. Out of their deep desire to know one another, they earnestly wrote letters back and forth. A mailbox was all they had to connect their love from the past to the present. As many times as I have watch this movie over and over again, I smile at the fact that I cry at the same sentimental parts each and every time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I am looking forward to going away to my "Lake House" and to prayerfully connect with my First Love. I can't wait to be surrounded by His beauty and presence. As I read His love letters to me, I know that He will open my eyes and heart in order for me to fall more deeply in love with Him. The snow, the cabin, and the lake will be my retreat for my soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-5464018469507835144?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/5464018469507835144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=5464018469507835144' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/5464018469507835144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/5464018469507835144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/01/lake-tahoe-house.html' title='The Lake (Tahoe) House'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TS_oz0RZlHI/AAAAAAAAER0/6HBibTO4t9E/s72-c/lakehouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-6924688995624211013</id><published>2011-01-10T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T00:09:37.755-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOR HIM'/><title type='text'>Center of the Mark</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TSq9Y8aQj2I/AAAAAAAAERs/5yrlK9i5Q9Y/s1600/IMG_7612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 374px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TSq9Y8aQj2I/AAAAAAAAERs/5yrlK9i5Q9Y/s400/IMG_7612.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560464926173073250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   line-height: 23px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 23px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;To love God, love people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 23px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 23px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 23px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 23px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;That's the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;CENTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; of the mark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 23px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 23px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 23px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;In this life some things are bound to change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 23px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 23px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 23px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;But one thing remains the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 23px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 23px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 23px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 23px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;We all need love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 23px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 23px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 23px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Time goes by, it moves like a hurricane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 23px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 23px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 23px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;And through all the wind and rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 23px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 23px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 23px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 23px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;We all need love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 23px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 23px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 23px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;As this world just keeps on turnin' round and round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 23px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 23px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 23px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;There are treasures to be found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 23px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   line-height: 23px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 23px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;If we just let compassion lead the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   line-height: 23px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-6924688995624211013?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/6924688995624211013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=6924688995624211013' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/6924688995624211013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/6924688995624211013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/01/center-of-mark.html' title='Center of the Mark'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TSq9Y8aQj2I/AAAAAAAAERs/5yrlK9i5Q9Y/s72-c/IMG_7612.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-6285886827834588430</id><published>2011-01-04T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T21:57:17.321-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I cannot wait to see you again.'/><title type='text'>Friendship and Space</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TSQEL-B4uCI/AAAAAAAAERk/PoKLuc7hWgc/s1600/4birds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TSQEL-B4uCI/AAAAAAAAERk/PoKLuc7hWgc/s400/4birds.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558572443758016546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How beautiful to know that even when the leaves fail to adorn the trees during the winter, God can send the birds to decorate the branches. I learned a lesson about friendship today.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TSQELiXq0bI/AAAAAAAAERc/tq6ELZcLLs8/s1600/3birds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TSQELiXq0bI/AAAAAAAAERc/tq6ELZcLLs8/s400/3birds.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558572436333187506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes it's just nice to have your own branch to rest upon and ponder. But it's also nice to know that those you love are close by. Time and space cannot accomplish healing without love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TSQELTyMDJI/AAAAAAAAERU/q-tLV03jwAc/s1600/1birds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TSQELTyMDJI/AAAAAAAAERU/q-tLV03jwAc/s400/1birds.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558572432417885330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found myself blessed to be under a tree that taught me the value of friendship and space. I looked up and enjoyed the community that existed. Sometimes we just need a little space between us, but it doesn't mean that I have left our tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TSQELGWyNGI/AAAAAAAAERM/XHIvDinz_6A/s1600/2birds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TSQELGWyNGI/AAAAAAAAERM/XHIvDinz_6A/s400/2birds.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558572428813284450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the end, we always manage to come back together as if nothing changed. But in actuality, our conversation, our attentiveness, and our love for each other just grew to a higher level or branch. I love that we can be on our own. But I love that we are better together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-6285886827834588430?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/6285886827834588430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=6285886827834588430' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/6285886827834588430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/6285886827834588430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2011/01/tree-ornaments.html' title='Friendship and Space'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TSQEL-B4uCI/AAAAAAAAERk/PoKLuc7hWgc/s72-c/4birds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-2981593148243034835</id><published>2010-12-31T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T17:50:39.322-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love you all the way up to the moon and back.'/><title type='text'>Love Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TR6EUzp6WnI/AAAAAAAAERE/_TA4urdtot4/s1600/Washington%2BDC%2Bat%2Bnight%2B085.JPG.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 244px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TR6EUzp6WnI/AAAAAAAAERE/_TA4urdtot4/s400/Washington%2BDC%2Bat%2Bnight%2B085.JPG.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557024483220019826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Heart Moon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;At the end of a wonderful year, I can't help but thank God for His Love that continues to shine through each and every moment. His LOVE is what keeps me going through the dark nights of life. I can always look up and know that He is there looking down at me with His loving and watchful eye. I know He will continue to lovingly guide me into the next year... I can't wait to see what's ahead. I just know that He will be there.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(I just wanted to thank a good friend of mine for sending me this beautiful picture of the moon. It was no mistake that the moon was in a shape of a heart! I so love this!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-2981593148243034835?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/2981593148243034835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=2981593148243034835' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/2981593148243034835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/2981593148243034835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/12/love-light.html' title='Love Light'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TR6EUzp6WnI/AAAAAAAAERE/_TA4urdtot4/s72-c/Washington%2BDC%2Bat%2Bnight%2B085.JPG.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-7398392463774714204</id><published>2010-12-30T01:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T02:17:07.894-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bye-bye Girls...'/><title type='text'>It's So Hard To Say Good-Bye...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TRxYNWcYu0I/AAAAAAAAEQ8/zLx2pp_p1xg/s1600/IMG_7049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TRxYNWcYu0I/AAAAAAAAEQ8/zLx2pp_p1xg/s400/IMG_7049.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556413026654534466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tonight, I said my good-byes to&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt; the High School Girls Bible Study. =(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TRxYCrhMT4I/AAAAAAAAEQ0/Nqms8Gmlh-M/s1600/IMG_7047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TRxYCrhMT4I/AAAAAAAAEQ0/Nqms8Gmlh-M/s400/IMG_7047.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556412843333275522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I praise God for giving me the honor of leading this incredible ministry for many years. But now, it's time to pass on the baton to capable leaders who will carry on God's work and purpose. Each young lady is a precious gift from God. It's been both humbling and joyful to be part of such treasures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TRxX23JkrMI/AAAAAAAAEQs/vR7-pGKmHao/s1600/IMG_7052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TRxX23JkrMI/AAAAAAAAEQs/vR7-pGKmHao/s400/IMG_7052.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556412640297004226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am looking forward to all the miracles and blessings that will take place this year in each life! My last words to them were... "Shine your lights ever so brightly so that your friends can't help but be drawn to God through you." &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's so hard to say good-bye... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But my season is at its end.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I will love you endlessly&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-7398392463774714204?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/7398392463774714204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=7398392463774714204' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/7398392463774714204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/7398392463774714204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-so-hard-to-say-good-bye.html' title='It&apos;s So Hard To Say Good-Bye...'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TRxYNWcYu0I/AAAAAAAAEQ8/zLx2pp_p1xg/s72-c/IMG_7049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-4086108595016509381</id><published>2010-12-25T01:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T01:58:34.979-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Priceless Gifts'/><title type='text'>My Christmas Gifts For You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TRW7CRdywiI/AAAAAAAAEQY/KICw8O98sZw/s1600/SUNRISE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TRW7CRdywiI/AAAAAAAAEQY/KICw8O98sZw/s400/SUNRISE.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554551363153871394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I give you the SUNRISE to start your day off &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;with a bright smile..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TRW65GvTvxI/AAAAAAAAEQQ/nPVsNU_wAgk/s1600/SAND.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TRW65GvTvxI/AAAAAAAAEQQ/nPVsNU_wAgk/s400/SAND.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554551205655723794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I give you endless loving thoughts that outnumber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;  the sands on the beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TRW6qN_KqkI/AAAAAAAAEQI/Pr1E-ZKjfEs/s1600/house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TRW6qN_KqkI/AAAAAAAAEQI/Pr1E-ZKjfEs/s400/house.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554550949903247938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;And I give you a place in my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;that you can always come home to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I LOVE YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-4086108595016509381?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/4086108595016509381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=4086108595016509381' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/4086108595016509381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/4086108595016509381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-christmas-gifts-for-you.html' title='My Christmas Gifts For You...'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TRW7CRdywiI/AAAAAAAAEQY/KICw8O98sZw/s72-c/SUNRISE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-7345431710209811599</id><published>2010-12-21T01:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T01:53:34.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A-Z Photography</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; position: relative; font: normal normal normal 18px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://azphotography-lan.blogspot.com/2010/12/n-is-for-near.html" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(255, 136, 50); "&gt;N is for Near&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="post-header" style="line-height: 1.6; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;&lt;div class="post-header-line-1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="width: 528px; line-height: 1.4; font-size: 15px; position: relative; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TRBdUUKLEgI/AAAAAAAAEQA/WQZID6szotA/s1600/N.jpg" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(153, 102, 51); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TRBdUUKLEgI/AAAAAAAAEQA/WQZID6szotA/s400/N.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553040944137966082" style="text-align: left;border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; position: relative; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;"N if for Near"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;It's so nice to have an object that can bring someone and some place NEAR although they may be very far away. This broken shell was given by a friend who visited the North Carolina beach house not too long ago. It was found sitting on the deck. Now, it sits inside my shell collection bowl. I miss the beach house and the memories that I have made with beloved friends and families. Is there something that you can cling to and hold near that may help shorten the distance between you and that beloved?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;God's promises will NEVER fail us. He is always NEAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;Draw near to Him and He will draw near to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm+73:28&amp;amp;version=NIV" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;Psalm 73:28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;But as for me, it is good to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt; God. I have made the Sovereign LORD my refuge; I will tell of all your deed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-7345431710209811599?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/7345431710209811599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=7345431710209811599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/7345431710209811599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/7345431710209811599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/12/n-is-for-near-n-if-for-near-its-so-nice.html' title='A-Z Photography'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TRBdUUKLEgI/AAAAAAAAEQA/WQZID6szotA/s72-c/N.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-4338072380689942280</id><published>2010-12-15T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T23:51:09.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Delivery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TQnBx-L4ppI/AAAAAAAAEPY/L2-v5YMgAh8/s1600/plane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TQnBx-L4ppI/AAAAAAAAEPY/L2-v5YMgAh8/s400/plane.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551181079961446034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What an awesome shot of a Fedex airplane with the brilliant sunset skies as the backdrop! A friend took this picture with his iPhone! It's pretty amazing! But I just can't help wonder about the amazing packages that this plane will soon deliver to people all over the world during this Christmas season! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A "special delivery" once happened when God sent us an amazing gift over 2,000 years ago! It was His only Son, Jesus. He was to "deliver" us from our all sins. In Him, we would find complete forgiveness. In Him, we would find eternal life. No Fedex package would ever compare to God's "special delivery"! Christ is the ultimate and complete package to eternal joy and hope. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-4338072380689942280?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/4338072380689942280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=4338072380689942280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/4338072380689942280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/4338072380689942280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/12/special-delivery.html' title='Special Delivery'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TQnBx-L4ppI/AAAAAAAAEPY/L2-v5YMgAh8/s72-c/plane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-7967613313120569696</id><published>2010-12-11T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T13:22:20.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clay Vessels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TQPm4788ZmI/AAAAAAAAEPQ/8elK1eK2ljw/s1600/clay%2Bpots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TQPm4788ZmI/AAAAAAAAEPQ/8elK1eK2ljw/s400/clay%2Bpots.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549533031690954338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unforgotten clay pots sitting upon an old farm table may depict a feeling of worthlessness. Why would anyone desire to plant anything in something so dirty and unattractive? God would. He sees beauty where no one can. He sees purpose when all seems hopeless. We are these clay pots. If He can send His most precious Son to live within such condition, there must be something amazing about you! He hasn't forgotten about you. You have purpose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-7967613313120569696?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/7967613313120569696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=7967613313120569696' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/7967613313120569696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/7967613313120569696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/12/clay-vessels.html' title='Clay Vessels'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TQPm4788ZmI/AAAAAAAAEPQ/8elK1eK2ljw/s72-c/clay%2Bpots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-5423606004388616415</id><published>2010-12-03T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T19:11:24.295-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Christmas Decorations Reflect Me.'/><title type='text'>My Christmas Wish...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TPmu_nFg0RI/AAAAAAAAEO8/-BRpO9HmtTs/s1600/gold%2Bstar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TPmu_nFg0RI/AAAAAAAAEO8/-BRpO9HmtTs/s400/gold%2Bstar.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546656823930573074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;When you wish upon a star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;Makes no difference who you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;Anything your heart desires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;Will come to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TPmu2cgD15I/AAAAAAAAEO0/3iQLD-NQpgE/s1600/starfish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TPmu2cgD15I/AAAAAAAAEO0/3iQLD-NQpgE/s400/starfish.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546656666470307730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(160, 82, 45); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;If your heart is in your dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;No request is too extreme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;When you wish upon a star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;As dreamers do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;MY CHRISTMAS WISH IS TO BE SURROUNDED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt; BY THOSE WHO ARE CLOSE TO MY HEART.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;"The gift of time and love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-5423606004388616415?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/5423606004388616415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=5423606004388616415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/5423606004388616415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/5423606004388616415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-christmas-wish.html' title='My Christmas Wish...'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TPmu_nFg0RI/AAAAAAAAEO8/-BRpO9HmtTs/s72-c/gold%2Bstar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-485881235481702450</id><published>2010-12-02T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T13:49:05.545-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A-Z Photography'/><title type='text'>Come check out my A-Z Photography project!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TOd_iIioY9I/AAAAAAAAEN8/a_VoYlsQJOI/s1600/L.jpg" style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(255, 136, 50); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TOd_iIioY9I/AAAAAAAAEN8/a_VoYlsQJOI/s400/L.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541538090887701458" style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; position: relative; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;"L" is for Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;It's been a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; time since I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; posted a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;letter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;. Better &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; than never! This rock is my favorite heart in my collection! I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; heart rocks! So, what makes it so special? I believe that God engraved the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;letter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; "L" for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; LANI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;! He knew exactly where to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;lead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; me to find it. I have always believed that when I go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;looking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;, I will always find it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;View letters A-K on:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;http://azphotography-lan.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;You can click on the website on the upper right corner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-485881235481702450?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/485881235481702450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=485881235481702450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/485881235481702450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/485881235481702450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/12/come-check-out-my-z-photography-project.html' title='Come check out my A-Z Photography project!'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TOd_iIioY9I/AAAAAAAAEN8/a_VoYlsQJOI/s72-c/L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-568679182958824735</id><published>2010-12-01T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T21:19:17.841-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;B&quot; encouraged.'/><title type='text'>I Just Wanted You To Know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TPcotECVZrI/AAAAAAAAEOc/SL9ctbzkDz0/s1600/peets%2Bn%2Bpumpkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TPcotECVZrI/AAAAAAAAEOc/SL9ctbzkDz0/s400/peets%2Bn%2Bpumpkin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545946220772812466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A cup of Peet's Coffee accompanied with a Pumpkin Cream Cheese Bread is best when engaged in a sweet conversation with a special friend. Before you know it, each bite and gulp was accompanied with encouraging words from one heart to another. I just wanted you to know, (YOU, who have been led to visit this blog today), have been the main topic as I had a conversation with God earlier. We may not talk everyday. Maybe it's been a while since we had a cup of coffee together. But God has a way of letting me know that you needed some encouragement today. So, relax in Him. Slow down, have a cup of coffee, and know you have been prayed for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-568679182958824735?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/568679182958824735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=568679182958824735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/568679182958824735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/568679182958824735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-just-wanted-you-to-know.html' title='I Just Wanted You To Know...'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TPcotECVZrI/AAAAAAAAEOc/SL9ctbzkDz0/s72-c/peets%2Bn%2Bpumpkin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-1153252441615562282</id><published>2010-11-29T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T22:20:50.956-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ate Del&apos;s Puzzle'/><title type='text'>The Puzzle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TPSVkAL06PI/AAAAAAAAEOU/kFoUmSlMuYs/s1600/Puzzle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TPSVkAL06PI/AAAAAAAAEOU/kFoUmSlMuYs/s400/Puzzle.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545221486957357298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes we can't see the bigger picture right away. Sometimes the only time we understand what is really happening is when it's all over and done. So take each piece of this "puzzle" we call life...and allow God to place each piece where it's suppose to be. Don't force the pieces where they won't fit. They will never work. Don't give up either. You will miss something beautiful that He is trying to create in your life. Have faith in Him. He hasn't failed us yet. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Romans 8:28&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-1153252441615562282?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/1153252441615562282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=1153252441615562282' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/1153252441615562282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/1153252441615562282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/11/puzzle.html' title='The Puzzle'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TPSVkAL06PI/AAAAAAAAEOU/kFoUmSlMuYs/s72-c/Puzzle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-8443336315788936237</id><published>2010-11-25T01:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T08:24:41.127-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Thanksgiving'/><title type='text'>Thankful For The Little Things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TO4zjNg25AI/AAAAAAAAEOM/dF8b_H-6kWY/s1600/fruits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TO4zjNg25AI/AAAAAAAAEOM/dF8b_H-6kWY/s400/fruits.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543424871355573250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's so easy to overlook the small and simple things that often get overshadowed by the great and fancy things in life. A basket full of delicious fruits may have graced your eyes and minds more. Instead, two bananas and a nectarine were the only fruits I had in my fruit bowl. Would I have noticed these beautiful blessings if  an array of bountiful fruits were available for me to pick from? Probably not. Today's Thanksgiving moment is not about wanting more, but by being content with what I already have in my "fruit bowl" of life. I would have missed out on the beauty of simplicity and contentment. I'm just thankful that my "bowl" wasn't empty. I think I am happier this way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-8443336315788936237?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/8443336315788936237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=8443336315788936237' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/8443336315788936237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/8443336315788936237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/11/thankful-for-little-things.html' title='Thankful For The Little Things...'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TO4zjNg25AI/AAAAAAAAEOM/dF8b_H-6kWY/s72-c/fruits.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-8149078428752398038</id><published>2010-11-21T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T23:52:03.635-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Night Light'/><title type='text'>Let Time Freeze</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TOofJU4vCcI/AAAAAAAAEOE/tUNwVF-gxBg/s1600/13322_1443720735967_1321584782_1215928_2519478_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TOofJU4vCcI/AAAAAAAAEOE/tUNwVF-gxBg/s400/13322_1443720735967_1321584782_1215928_2519478_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542276536518773186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A North Carolina Moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Taken by Lyn Matthews&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: medium;"&gt;No matter where you may be in this world, it's the same moon that we both will see in the night sky. It just makes distance disappear knowing that we can share the same beautiful thing. Let time freeze until you return. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-8149078428752398038?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/8149078428752398038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=8149078428752398038' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/8149078428752398038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/8149078428752398038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/11/let-time-freeze.html' title='Let Time Freeze'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TOofJU4vCcI/AAAAAAAAEOE/tUNwVF-gxBg/s72-c/13322_1443720735967_1321584782_1215928_2519478_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-5449694537713386299</id><published>2010-11-14T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T22:27:54.643-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Falling In Love'/><title type='text'>Autumn Leaves Me Speechless</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TODPM7ZpWXI/AAAAAAAAEN0/6TTTgDgq2qA/s1600/fall%2Bleaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TODPM7ZpWXI/AAAAAAAAEN0/6TTTgDgq2qA/s400/fall%2Bleaves.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539655362676349298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(0, 51, 153); font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/never_say_there_is_nothing_beautiful_in_the_world/154502.html" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Never say there is nothing beautiful in the world anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/never_say_there_is_nothing_beautiful_in_the_world/154502.html" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;There is always something to make you wonder in the shape of a tree, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/never_say_there_is_nothing_beautiful_in_the_world/154502.html" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;the trembling of a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;leaf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;” - Albert  Schweltzer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#003399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TODPMUlo5VI/AAAAAAAAENs/evG2mS_xlB4/s1600/leaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TODPMUlo5VI/AAAAAAAAENs/evG2mS_xlB4/s400/leaves.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539655352257668434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(0, 51, 153); font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/every_leaf_speaks_bliss_to_me-fluttering_from_the/176870.html" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Every &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;leaf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;” - Emily Bonte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#003399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TODPMBfetLI/AAAAAAAAENk/tgGAjpz8k5c/s1600/brown%2Bleaf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TODPMBfetLI/AAAAAAAAENk/tgGAjpz8k5c/s400/brown%2Bleaf.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539655347131561138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(0, 51, 153); font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/the_fall_of_a_leaf_is_a_whisper_to_the/195228.html" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;The fall of a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;leaf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; is a whisper to the living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;” - Russian Proverb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-5449694537713386299?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/5449694537713386299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=5449694537713386299' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/5449694537713386299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/5449694537713386299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/11/fall-in-love.html' title='Autumn Leaves Me Speechless'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TODPM7ZpWXI/AAAAAAAAEN0/6TTTgDgq2qA/s72-c/fall%2Bleaves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-4539809406521272824</id><published>2010-11-07T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T16:41:23.982-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canvas Sky'/><title type='text'>The Fiery Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TNePkvZtuGI/AAAAAAAAENc/7vBUHSvYFyE/s1600/fierysky1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TNePkvZtuGI/AAAAAAAAENc/7vBUHSvYFyE/s400/fierysky1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537052128237697122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I saw this fiery sky outside my bedroom window! I ran outside to capture all its splendor! It was surreal! No editing done on this image. God vividly painted his canvas sky with his majesty and power! A song came to mind after this captivating moment...&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Our God is greater, our God is stronger&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;God You are higher than any other&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our God is Healer, awesome in power&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our God, Our God… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our God is greater, our God is stronger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God You are higher than any other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our God is Healer, awesome in power&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our God, Our God…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Then God asked me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; "DO YOU REALLY BELIEVE THAT I AM THE GOD THAT YOU SING ABOUT?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I was slient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-4539809406521272824?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/4539809406521272824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=4539809406521272824' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/4539809406521272824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/4539809406521272824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/11/fiery-sky.html' title='The Fiery Sky'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TNePkvZtuGI/AAAAAAAAENc/7vBUHSvYFyE/s72-c/fierysky1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-33911534997675894</id><published>2010-10-31T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T11:45:46.043-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hello November'/><title type='text'>The Last October Sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TM5anzkfBBI/AAAAAAAAENU/9-WpWSBFpx4/s1600/october+sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TM5anzkfBBI/AAAAAAAAENU/9-WpWSBFpx4/s400/october+sunset.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534460631989552146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Little did I know that this was the last October Sunset &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Little did I prepare to capture this show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The beauty of the moment blinded me from the fact&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That my battery was at its very low.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I begged God to allow me to capture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What could be the last of its kind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I gazed at the light to wonder and ponder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And enveloped each shape and color to mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;By faith, I clicked to capture one image,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Knowing that the source would soon be gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Behold the image of the last October Sunset!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Behold the Beauty that God has done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-33911534997675894?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/33911534997675894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=33911534997675894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/33911534997675894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/33911534997675894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/10/true-story-last-october-sunset.html' title='The Last October Sunset'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TM5anzkfBBI/AAAAAAAAENU/9-WpWSBFpx4/s72-c/october+sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-4901640385301579776</id><published>2010-10-27T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T22:39:19.559-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taken at the Big Farm in Napa'/><title type='text'>Autumn's Priority</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TMkC4qEho2I/AAAAAAAAEM0/_VrS4FZowak/s1600/napa11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TMkC4qEho2I/AAAAAAAAEM0/_VrS4FZowak/s400/napa11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532956789590565730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family:georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Everyone must take time to sit and watch the leaves turn.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family:georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;~Elizabeth Lawrence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-4901640385301579776?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/4901640385301579776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=4901640385301579776' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/4901640385301579776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/4901640385301579776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/10/fall-priority.html' title='Autumn&apos;s Priority'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TMkC4qEho2I/AAAAAAAAEM0/_VrS4FZowak/s72-c/napa11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-1539986280819603643</id><published>2010-10-25T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T22:55:22.921-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Precious Moments Captured.'/><title type='text'>Nathan and Candy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TMYY4s0LyoI/AAAAAAAAEMk/XM-kWo7hw4w/s1600/Negosa1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TMYY4s0LyoI/AAAAAAAAEMk/XM-kWo7hw4w/s320/Negosa1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532136554653010562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Groom said, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;" I will be here to watch you grow in beauty,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Tell you all the things you are to me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt; We'll be together... For I will be here."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TMYYtwj98lI/AAAAAAAAEMc/XoMSgVEKqWg/s1600/Negosa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TMYYtwj98lI/AAAAAAAAEMc/XoMSgVEKqWg/s320/Negosa2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532136366680175186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bride said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I look forward to waking up in the morning,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Knowing you will be next to me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am very proud to be called your wife."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-1539986280819603643?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/1539986280819603643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=1539986280819603643' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/1539986280819603643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/1539986280819603643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/10/nathan-and-candy.html' title='Nathan and Candy'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TMYY4s0LyoI/AAAAAAAAEMk/XM-kWo7hw4w/s72-c/Negosa1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-4710799592202371840</id><published>2010-10-22T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T23:11:42.539-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Childhood memories'/><title type='text'>When I Was 10 Years Old...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TMJ31lOsIjI/AAAAAAAAEME/zpPajCDWyxw/s400/5thgrade.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531115054774886962" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(10 years old)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still remember fixing and curling my own hair really early that morning for my school picture. I even remember practicing my smile. Should I show my teeth or just curve my lips? =)&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TMJ4fxVpSiI/AAAAAAAAEMU/nCyszNkyOTY/s1600/Photo+134.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 320px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TMJ4fxVpSiI/AAAAAAAAEMU/nCyszNkyOTY/s320/Photo+134.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531115779579791906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(40 something)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Nothing has really changed after 30 plus years! I still fix my hair and practice my smiles. But the one thing that really stands out today is the fact that I can still smile when all seems bleak. I know that everything will be okay. Because Christ lives, I can face tomorrow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 0); font-family:'times new roman';font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Because He lives, I can face tomorrow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because He lives, all fear is gone;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because I know He holds the future,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And life is worth the living,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just because He lives!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-4710799592202371840?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/4710799592202371840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=4710799592202371840' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/4710799592202371840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/4710799592202371840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/10/when-i-was-0-years-old.html' title='When I Was 10 Years Old...'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TMJ31lOsIjI/AAAAAAAAEME/zpPajCDWyxw/s72-c/5thgrade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-8433919641232264</id><published>2010-10-18T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T12:01:41.431-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart Cloud'/><title type='text'>The Arrow Through My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TLyYeQUdSkI/AAAAAAAAEL0/S7pOdA9V1EI/s1600/heart+n+arrow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TLyYeQUdSkI/AAAAAAAAEL0/S7pOdA9V1EI/s400/heart+n+arrow.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529462088048396866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF YOU SAW THIS IN THE SKY?&lt;div&gt;My jaw dropped to the ground and it took me a while to recover it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BEWILDERED IN AMAZEMENT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-8433919641232264?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/8433919641232264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=8433919641232264' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/8433919641232264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/8433919641232264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/10/love-is-in-air.html' title='The Arrow Through My Heart'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TLyYeQUdSkI/AAAAAAAAEL0/S7pOdA9V1EI/s72-c/heart+n+arrow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-3383472401396895434</id><published>2010-10-14T16:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T17:09:07.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Practice Makes Perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;One Saturday morning, I decided to test out my new lens inside my own kitchen cupboards. I realized that I needed ample practice before I got the perfect picture. How delighted I was with the results! How happy I was for not giving up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TLeSuQAweDI/AAAAAAAAELY/IqVXsOkWqoM/s1600/IMG_9274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TLeSuQAweDI/AAAAAAAAELY/IqVXsOkWqoM/s200/IMG_9274.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528048390890354738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Too dark...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TLeSkYYrJ_I/AAAAAAAAELQ/avc6wV5eLMQ/s1600/IMG_9278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TLeSkYYrJ_I/AAAAAAAAELQ/avc6wV5eLMQ/s400/IMG_9278.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528048221339461618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just enough lighting to showcase my antique hues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TLeSX4z03eI/AAAAAAAAELI/9vSi81GreoI/s1600/IMG_9281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TLeSX4z03eI/AAAAAAAAELI/9vSi81GreoI/s200/IMG_9281.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528048006704979426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No focal point...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TLeSJTZbZFI/AAAAAAAAELA/Kg0RBdzJ6IE/s1600/IMG_9286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TLeSJTZbZFI/AAAAAAAAELA/Kg0RBdzJ6IE/s400/IMG_9286.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528047756143977554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Visible focussed attention where needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My heart overflows with gratitude for the great patience God has for me. I am so glad that He is faithful in never giving up. He will allow just the right amount of light to show me which path to take. The strengths and weaknesses that He has ordained in my life will showcase His glory and not mine. He knows every detail of every day and focusses His attention where I need Him the most. Therefore... I have no reason to lose hope. If I fall, I need to rise and persevere. Victory is promised to those who claim it. In Christ, we are victorious when we apply His wisdom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Practice Makes Perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-3383472401396895434?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/3383472401396895434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=3383472401396895434' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/3383472401396895434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/3383472401396895434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/10/practice-makes-perfect.html' title='Practice Makes Perfect'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TLeSuQAweDI/AAAAAAAAELY/IqVXsOkWqoM/s72-c/IMG_9274.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-6527274096639460043</id><published>2010-10-06T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T19:37:48.881-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Four In One'/><title type='text'>Four Seasons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TK0u9hRO-3I/AAAAAAAAEKw/Euv_twcg8PY/s1600/Fall-Winter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TK0u9hRO-3I/AAAAAAAAEKw/Euv_twcg8PY/s400/Fall-Winter.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525123952291019634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Davis, October 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;My first Fall photograph this year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Something about this image absolutely depicts the changing of the seasons. You can actually see all four seasons in this picture if you look close enough. The bare branches show Winter. The bright blue sky show the freshness of Spring. The brightness of the sun upon the leaves show a warm Summer day. The changing of the colors on the leaves show Autumn. If you should combine all these images in one photo, you would see this...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seasons change and so do life. But there is ONE CONSTANT that remains throughout the seasons of our lives...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GOD.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-6527274096639460043?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/6527274096639460043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=6527274096639460043' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/6527274096639460043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/6527274096639460043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/10/four-seasons.html' title='Four Seasons'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TK0u9hRO-3I/AAAAAAAAEKw/Euv_twcg8PY/s72-c/Fall-Winter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-7253639431622206394</id><published>2010-10-02T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T23:06:28.214-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Davis with my 24-70mm lens.'/><title type='text'>My Birthday Wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TKgYLVIl_cI/AAAAAAAAEKg/wpXf-IoBZGw/s1600/IMG_9017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 370px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TKgYLVIl_cI/AAAAAAAAEKg/wpXf-IoBZGw/s400/IMG_9017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523691525900729794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, I wished that I would be able to smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; at the simple pleasures of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TKgYAa6n6vI/AAAAAAAAEKY/aV46U1hkAbc/s1600/IMG_9019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TKgYAa6n6vI/AAAAAAAAEKY/aV46U1hkAbc/s400/IMG_9019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523691338474187506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whether it's a delicious birthday crepe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;made of fresh strawberries and bananas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TKgX2MeR-5I/AAAAAAAAEKQ/q56oRtRZv1o/s1600/IMG_9035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TKgX2MeR-5I/AAAAAAAAEKQ/q56oRtRZv1o/s400/IMG_9035.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523691162798521234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or the tall trees that gave me a temporary shade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; from the scorching sun...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TKgXkdMPqKI/AAAAAAAAEKI/LLamkZsUnoc/s1600/IMG_9103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TKgXkdMPqKI/AAAAAAAAEKI/LLamkZsUnoc/s400/IMG_9103.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523690858048628898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or perhaps a handful of petite flowers from my son...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TKgXM78kvvI/AAAAAAAAEKA/aJtWb8vr73Q/s1600/IMG_9130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TKgXM78kvvI/AAAAAAAAEKA/aJtWb8vr73Q/s400/IMG_9130.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523690453987540722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My wish came true even before I made it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For God to shine down upon my special day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Has truly made me feel that He had me on His mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when he created today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was one in the million.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TKgVHoay21I/AAAAAAAAEJ4/ypFsSWCvooM/s1600/IMG_9141.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TKgVHoay21I/AAAAAAAAEJ4/ypFsSWCvooM/s400/IMG_9141.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523688163822984018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-7253639431622206394?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/7253639431622206394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=7253639431622206394' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/7253639431622206394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/7253639431622206394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-birthday-wish.html' title='My Birthday Wish'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TKgYLVIl_cI/AAAAAAAAEKg/wpXf-IoBZGw/s72-c/IMG_9017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-5442722047600424702</id><published>2010-09-30T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T09:54:16.175-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Benicia Pier'/><title type='text'>To Pause in Amazement</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TKS7ozy_EtI/AAAAAAAAEJw/dkDnzjjwD74/s1600/Benicia+Sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TKS7ozy_EtI/AAAAAAAAEJw/dkDnzjjwD74/s400/Benicia+Sunset.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522745352836289234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;What makes you pause?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something from deep within automatically takes over and literally stops all moments and thoughts to a complete standstill. The sky, the sunset, the water... When all three are combined, they cause me to pause in amazement. CREATION IS A BEAUTIFUL PICTURE OF GOD. Though I have never met God in person, I see Him everyday in the beauty that surrounds me. Instantly, I am made to reflect upon Him. Each time I do, I pause. I then walk away a little more thankful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-5442722047600424702?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/5442722047600424702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=5442722047600424702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/5442722047600424702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/5442722047600424702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/09/to-pause-in-amazement.html' title='To Pause in Amazement'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TKS7ozy_EtI/AAAAAAAAEJw/dkDnzjjwD74/s72-c/Benicia+Sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-3199369749602096781</id><published>2010-09-23T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T00:10:05.725-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Let your love take me deeper.'/><title type='text'>Hillsong Live - Love Like Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;May GOD'S LOVE spread like wild fire in our world. Let everything that crosses its path be scorched to its innermost core. Let this fire consume my life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/hw59FODF7q4/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hw59FODF7q4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hw59FODF7q4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-3199369749602096781?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/3199369749602096781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=3199369749602096781' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/3199369749602096781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/3199369749602096781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/09/hillsong-live-love-like-fire.html' title='Hillsong Live - Love Like Fire'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-7524063277116643222</id><published>2010-09-21T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T08:15:29.191-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quality Time'/><title type='text'>To Have and To Hold...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TJjLn_5MbSI/AAAAAAAAEJY/j0AVvb9-q2k/s1600/IMG_8266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TJjLn_5MbSI/AAAAAAAAEJY/j0AVvb9-q2k/s400/IMG_8266.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519385231369202978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;This note isn't about marriage. It's about friendship. May I just run my mind off and fill this page with my thoughts about this very crucial topic? I truly believe that when God  causes our paths to meet, there is a divine purpose for it. Most likely, friends are placed into our lives so that WE can be a blessing to them. If you seek out a friendship in order to fulfill a personal need, you have missed the true essence and foundation of a friendship. It's not what you can get, it's all about what you can give. To bring it closer to home... It's not about me, but it's all about you. And because it's not about me,  it gives God full reign to use me as His vessel to be a blessing to others. So, if you can say, "I don't really need you as my friend"... You are actually telling God, "Thanks, but no thanks. Return to Sender." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How would one explain, that although God is complete within Himself, He still enjoys and desires the fellowship between the Son and the Holy Spirit? Who can explain that although God is a complete entity, lacking in nothing, still covets our praises? There is something beautiful and attractive about being one and having one another. God created this desire within all of us. Am I ever so grateful for it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been designed to survive upon "quality time" as my main fuel to love and be loved. It's my love language. Focussed attention makes me feel loved. When I give my undivided attention to you, I am showing you how much I want to love you... It's the way I know how to be a friend. I have learned that through quality time with friends, I have become a quality friend by the grace of God. Thus, my friendships with others have developed into quality friendships. I love how all this cycles through! It's truly amazing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have all had our hearts broken within a friendship. Walls build up and it's usually our pride that lays the first brick. You may think that building a fortress around your heart will defend and protect you from ever being hurt again. Well, my friend, you only become your own prisoner of self-pity and isolation. It's easier to run and hide. It's harder to forgive and erase the offense. But the road less traveled is the road that leads to reconciliation. The best thing about starting that journey back to friendship, is the fact that God will be traveling every step with you. His way is Peace. Why wouldn't He be your Help and Companion? You are not alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"TO HAVE AND TO HOLD... from this day forward." To HAVE quality friendships are precious gifts from God. But we must HOLD them, nurture them, and never give them up. To have them and hold them may well mean to put the one we see in the mirror ... LAST. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been blessed with friends in abundance! All of you have been a priceless gift from God. My love tank is full, because you cared enough to give me your time. I thank God for each one of you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lani&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-7524063277116643222?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/7524063277116643222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=7524063277116643222' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/7524063277116643222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/7524063277116643222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/09/to-have-and-to-hold.html' title='To Have and To Hold...'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TJjLn_5MbSI/AAAAAAAAEJY/j0AVvb9-q2k/s72-c/IMG_8266.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-9099528980998012849</id><published>2010-09-16T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T09:52:09.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hang In There!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TJMJT4zDtcI/AAAAAAAAEIo/OY2m-Vmve0o/s400/IMG_8767.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517764205727692226" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;No color. No joy. No purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hanging on to that last piece of thread.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But if you just hang on a little longer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You will discover that God hasn't forgotten about you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TJMIj6AFrcI/AAAAAAAAEIY/jcyHAqT-FQU/s400/IMG_8749.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517763381417061826" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Each one of us has a specific purpose in the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; that our Designer has created us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TJMIWC9w0SI/AAAAAAAAEIQ/MzQE5qLhsx4/s400/IMG_8763.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517763143305056546" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Each texture, pattern, and color of our personality &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fulfills and completes our unique purposes in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TJMKtwFEEBI/AAAAAAAAEI4/W4QaI8QFwWM/s400/IMG_8759.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517765749575520274" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Patterned after His Perfect Son, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He chose us specifically to do one thing:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To bring glory and honor to His Name &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just by the way He designed us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hang in there! God isn't finished with you yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Whether your past consists of rips and holes, missing buttons and broken zippers, He makes the old things like new again. Each imperfection that is seen in our lives has been designed by the Maker. Trust His Hands... He makes no mistakes. He is mending you back together again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I was inspired to write about this topic from the second-hand fall jackets and sweaters that I got from a consignment store. After having them dry cleaned, they looked and smelled as if they were brand new! Each one can give me a totally different look, but they all have one purpose... to keep me warm! Someone had no more purpose for them. They were meant to be in my closet now. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-9099528980998012849?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/9099528980998012849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=9099528980998012849' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/9099528980998012849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/9099528980998012849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/09/hang-in-there.html' title='Hang In There!'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TJMJT4zDtcI/AAAAAAAAEIo/OY2m-Vmve0o/s72-c/IMG_8767.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-6111646429003570125</id><published>2010-09-08T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T10:11:19.029-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Room for more love.'/><title type='text'>Always Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TIe-o6MPO_I/AAAAAAAAEHw/7j22EBBDAcw/s1600/IMG_4846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TIe-o6MPO_I/AAAAAAAAEHw/7j22EBBDAcw/s400/IMG_4846.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514585878763092978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found this huge heart rock one early morning as I was walking on the beach. I noticed the waves crashing upon these huge boulders at the side of a cliff. I wanted to venture there and take some beautiful wave pictures. I carefully climbed over those giant rocks with my beach slippers. The rocks were pretty slippery from all the mists. Then I looked down and noticed a familiar  shape! I hurriedly made my way into the deep valley of rocks without any thought to my safety. I was amazed in how enormous it was! I have come to believe that whenever I find "hearts", my own heart expands to make room for whatever may come. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I need to believe that "Love always protects, always hopes, always trust, and always perseveres." - 1 Corinthians 13:6. This is why I wrote that on this heart. It will take an awfully huge heart to ALWAYS LOVE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-6111646429003570125?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/6111646429003570125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=6111646429003570125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/6111646429003570125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/6111646429003570125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/09/always-love.html' title='Always Love...'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TIe-o6MPO_I/AAAAAAAAEHw/7j22EBBDAcw/s72-c/IMG_4846.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-9085624117288659891</id><published>2010-09-03T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T00:46:00.298-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='united'/><title type='text'>ONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TICnSwsYlCI/AAAAAAAAEHg/YJP7lsdaugc/s1600/JB24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TICnSwsYlCI/AAAAAAAAEHg/YJP7lsdaugc/s400/JB24.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512589884652033058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"The first step towards harmony is a step away from myself."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Lani Pagmanua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-9085624117288659891?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/9085624117288659891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=9085624117288659891' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/9085624117288659891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/9085624117288659891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/09/one.html' title='ONE'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TICnSwsYlCI/AAAAAAAAEHg/YJP7lsdaugc/s72-c/JB24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-339204297979753750</id><published>2010-09-01T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T12:08:50.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY NEW PHOTOGRAPHY PROJECT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please come visit me at my new blog!&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://azphotography-lan.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://azphotography-lan.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;a href="http://azphotography-lan.blogspot.com/2010/09/is-for-alpha.html"&gt;A is for Alpha&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt; &lt;div class="post-header"&gt; &lt;div class="post-header-line-1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TH6ahNQdXKI/AAAAAAAAEHQ/9qvcerPemQU/s1600/IMG_7648_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TH6ahNQdXKI/AAAAAAAAEHQ/9qvcerPemQU/s400/IMG_7648_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512012889233120418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A is for "Alpha" - The beginning of something Awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;I went chasing after a sunset, but God gave me a "letter" made out of stems. A great photography idea stemmed from this image. Welcome to my new ADVENTURE! I hope you will have fun following me as God "spells" out His blessings once again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Revelation+1:8&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;Revelation 1:8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am the &lt;b&gt;Alpha&lt;/b&gt; and the &lt;b&gt;Omega&lt;/b&gt;," says the Lord God, "who is, and who was, and who is to come, the Almighty."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-339204297979753750?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/339204297979753750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=339204297979753750' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/339204297979753750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/339204297979753750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-new-photography-project.html' title='MY NEW PHOTOGRAPHY PROJECT!'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TH6ahNQdXKI/AAAAAAAAEHQ/9qvcerPemQU/s72-c/IMG_7648_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-662914568763777700</id><published>2010-08-30T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T08:54:48.168-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Child&apos;s Love'/><title type='text'>The Little Things Matter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/THtaSr3bFBI/AAAAAAAAEHE/i9RCnHw6XkM/s1600/IMG_7709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/THtaSr3bFBI/AAAAAAAAEHE/i9RCnHw6XkM/s400/IMG_7709.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511097846077264914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was sweetly surprised when my god-daughter, Jada, handed me two heart rocks that she found! "Here you go, Auntie Lani, I got these hearts for you!" Now, how can anyone refuse such a "heart-felt" gesture? I was deeply touched in how a little child can teach me that age is irrelevant when it comes to showing your love and thoughtfulness for another person. It's the little things that matter!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thank you, Jada! I love you, sweetie! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-662914568763777700?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/662914568763777700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=662914568763777700' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/662914568763777700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/662914568763777700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/08/little-things-matter.html' title='The Little Things Matter'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/THtaSr3bFBI/AAAAAAAAEHE/i9RCnHw6XkM/s72-c/IMG_7709.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-2720748574022688407</id><published>2010-08-26T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T22:50:52.975-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer Sunsets'/><title type='text'>The Aftermath of the Sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/THdILWClJ9I/AAAAAAAAEG8/3yTd8eCDkOw/s1600/IMG_7656_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/THdILWClJ9I/AAAAAAAAEG8/3yTd8eCDkOw/s400/IMG_7656_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509952028843255762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The most disappointing feeling I know is the feeling that you have missed out on something totally awesome and that moment may never come again. It might be a concert that you have been waiting forever to hear and you just discovered that they sold the last ticket. It might be arriving late at a very important game that your child has been reminding you about for weeks and you see the very disappointing look on his face. It might also be missing a very beautiful sunset that you have been waiting for all day just because you lost all track of time.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I arrived late, again, and missed the sunset. I still raced up to my hill to catch what I could of the aftermath. This picture was the result of my delay. I was so happy that I was able to still capture "God" in all His beauty. I was not at the least disappointed for He had something better in store for me. I loved how the blue, pale pink, and orange colors painted such a peaceful backdrop to my silhouette tree. What if I gave up in even trying to make it out to my hill just because the sun had already set? I would have missed out on this moment. God had a special surprise in store for me. Something far beyond my imagination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe that last concert seat was bought for you from your best friend? Maybe that disappointing look from your child wasn't intended for you, but for his friend's dad that has been on the phone all throughout the game? He just happened to be sitting next to you. Your child was just glad for the undivided attention you gave him even if it was at the last quarter of the game. And maybe that sunset the I missed was meant to prepare a deep colored tone for a peaceful photograph. Everything has a purpose. Time is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;obsolete&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember the aftermath of the sunset. Remember God's faithfulness even though you think you are too late. It's never too late to return to God. His arms never grow weary to welcome you back. His love never ends for those who desire to be loved by Him. His love is far beyond our imagination. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-2720748574022688407?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/2720748574022688407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=2720748574022688407' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/2720748574022688407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/2720748574022688407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/08/aftermath-of-sunset.html' title='The Aftermath of the Sunset'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/THdILWClJ9I/AAAAAAAAEG8/3yTd8eCDkOw/s72-c/IMG_7656_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921480146125759431.post-4558934197253188518</id><published>2010-08-19T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T10:09:48.803-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Butterfly Wings'/><title type='text'>I Am A New Creation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TG1e7o4RwNI/AAAAAAAAEGg/IrArX8eHWQg/s1600/IMG_7454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TG1e7o4RwNI/AAAAAAAAEGg/IrArX8eHWQg/s400/IMG_7454.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507162298022740178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Captivated by such beauty, I approached one of God's wonders in quietness and faint movements to capture these photographs of a butterfly. It was as if this butterfly had an appointment with me... And so it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TG1e062nPjI/AAAAAAAAEGY/RXtKega3FiE/s1600/IMG_7455.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TG1e062nPjI/AAAAAAAAEGY/RXtKega3FiE/s400/IMG_7455.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507162182588513842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How I wished the metal fence that posed as a backdrop to this almost perfect picture was not there. But then God spoke to me as I enveloped the whole picture that was laid out before me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stand as a new creation in Christ (butterfly) in God's eyes, but why do I still live captive (metal fence) and remain in my old sinful nature at times? I know that in Christ, we are given every possible source and strength through the Holy Spirit to live and make godly decisions each and every day." To know" is one thing. But "to live out what you know", is another. So from head knowledge to heart knowledge, I will intentionally try to apply who I really am in Christ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;I am a new creation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=2%20Corinthians+5:17&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;2 Corinthians 5:17&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;he is a &lt;b&gt;new&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;creation&lt;/b&gt;; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;the old has gone, the &lt;b&gt;new&lt;/b&gt; has come!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921480146125759431-4558934197253188518?l=stillimpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/4558934197253188518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921480146125759431&amp;postID=4558934197253188518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/4558934197253188518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921480146125759431/posts/default/4558934197253188518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stillimpressions.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-am-new-creation.html' title='I Am A New Creation'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065722502202305531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pk1h2iTwl4U/TX7D_CRnK4I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/RNP4x_gCjyk/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZoiN6j9b2k/TG1e7o4RwNI/AAAAAAAAEGg/IrArX8eHWQg/s72-c/IMG_7454.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
